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A Rose by Any Other Name

A Rose by Any Other Name

written by: Karina Longo

 

The sun leaked in flashes of orange and red,
And so did he — the man in the shadows.
Lying — in more than one way —
A pool of crimson staining the stone tiles,
Folks gathered around, cheering and clapping.

I rushed and cried, “You are not well!”
I took his hand, but he pushed me away.
Yet his eyes told me more — things I’d rather not say.
He leaned in and whispered,
“Let them roar — this is my last show, my fated display.”

I couldn’t resign — not the man with the sky in his eyes.
I kissed his chilling lips, my way of promising
What he would not take.
“I see how you are in pain.”
His mockingbird voice brushed my ear as he said:

“What you call pain, I have called a fair show,
For both are but another word for rose.”

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