I just stepped on a rose..

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I Just stepped on a rose,
That made my heart poignant.
I Just stepped on a rose,
That hasn’t lost it’s crimson red on its placid petals.
I Just stepped on a rose,
That is born to die from my ignorant feet.
I Just stepped on a rose,
Beheading it’s valor and beauty.
I Just stepped on a rose,
That was put to death with out it’s Will.
I just squeezed the throat of a crimson red rose,
That was waiting to reach it’s destiny.
May my feet find a way to pay back the crimson red rose
And let the world not witness more such catastrophes,
Where ignorant, beautiful and maudlin forms of life,
die in vain and pain.

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