THE WHISPERING ROSE
BY: WRITERMOM5, A FREELANCE WRITER
Feb 15, 2021
The whispering rose shined bright as can be, Grabbing my attention with her pure beauty. The whispering rose whispered to come close, As I leaned forward I turned white as a ghost. For the whispering rose pricked me with her thorn, My puncture throbbing and bleeding where torn. I looked at the whispering rose and went on my way, To return to the whispering rose, the next beautiful day. My whispering rose
