Suspension or expulsion?

In the center of the garden

it stood

A rose; bright and red

glistening and sparkling

under the sun.

 

But when the sun set that night

the light plunging into deep darkness

leaving just the moonlight,

it grew thorns around it.

 

The unfortunate morning

witnessed a spectacle,

a debacle of ashes,

floating in the air.

 

Like suspended clouds

waiting for directions.

 

 

 

 

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