Ieroismyangel's poems

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here's my first one

Pink Rose In The Cemetery

Out of a small crack,
Between John Smith and Angelica Jones,
Does it shoot; a small bud,
The wet grass giving it what it needs,
The sunlight giving it life,

A living breathing second passes,
And then it becomes the past,
It opens up to the world,
A small bud of beauty,
In a place of mourning,

She walks though,
Her converse soaking as she walks on the grass,
She stops and sees it,
The small bud of colour,
In a place of Grey stone and green grass,

She admires it's beauty,
Then walks on away from it,
It stays open,
The sunlight shining down,
In this spiritual place of rest,

Because out of a small crack,
Between John Smith and Angelica Jones,
Does it shoot; a Pink Rose,
Giving the cemetery beauty,
In the last day of Summer,