Dying

A Poem by Ashley Rachelle

A rose,

Starting to blossom,

A vibrant shade,

Sharpened thorns.

Sway by the Cathedral,

Under the oak tree,

Raindrops fall,

Baptizing the core.

The rose cut,

Like all the others

Brought inside,

Advertising its beauty.

Placed in a vase,

Sat upon a shelf,

Souls float around,

Above the dying life.

© 2015 Ashley Rachelle

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Added on January 15, 2015
Last Updated on January 15, 2015

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Ashley Rachelle

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My name is Ashley and I am nineteen years old. I am a college student and my major is English. I love to read and write. I write mostly short stories and am working on a novel. I do write poems bu.. more..