Oct 26, 20241 min read

Thorns

By Jai Vaid

I ask myself, do I live or do I die,

The rose fluttered in the wind wanting to fly,

As I pluck a petal off it said the words like a cry,

I live! Now I should be happy or I should cry,

The rose thorns looked at me me with a wry smile.

By Jai Vaid

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