Bloom is off The Rose

There is no rose without thorns 

A rose emergence, blooming 

Deadheading from what have been hurting 

Scorning the bomb that have been ticking


Cast me aside 

And the midnight 

A crypt in the silence 

Mistreated consequences


Tired of the cliche 

To feel alive astray 

Flip over the palm 

To let go of the qualm


A quiet and silent patience is the calm before the storm

A love that transform into an unidentified form 

An innocent fool were made by an ignorant rule 

A minuscule manipulative is something to be ridiculed



--Ulrich Bahn, 16/11/2023

Theme : Love, Self