Poem / dying roses

Thinh Dong - “VIOLENT AND STILL” Frozen roses.  (Flowers can wither and die. Therefore, we desire to preserve its beauty.)

I harvested them in anticipation
That maybe they’ll bloom my life
Each petal could blossom into my creation
But it turned into a deadly dream at night.

Came down that way to plead the lord
That I stay his truly beloved
Gave into the belief that I took and forgot
Then your servant came and objected.

I could be so wrong
I’ve always been, of course
But there is a thing called pure innocence
Beyond what is sinful wickedness

The venom she spilled
All over my faith
Did shake
But didn’t break.

Corpses of two alluring shades
One pink and the other red
I’m sure I won’t ever regret
When I left them by your doorways.

There is a very hilarious backstory related to this poem, I wish you can figure that out. Thanks for reading! -Anchal

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Nirant Gurav says:

    Yess I’ve mate
    Beautifully articulated 💯

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Nirant Gurav says:

        Pleasure always for ur work mate

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Flyhiee.com says:


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    1. Anchal Sethi says:

      Thank you. ♥️

      Liked by 1 person

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