The Rose, The Thorn, The Bud

The rose is what was good to you
the thorn is what was bad today
the bud is what you’ll dream tonight…

Wisdom fed from the mouths of babes
who know not what it is they say
but somehow its is wise anyways…

Shadows dance in the faintest
light cast from the brightest source
as if nothing will ever be…

The rose is what was good to you
the thorn is what was bad today
the bud is what you’ll dream tonight…

Desire is all you’ll ever
do right in this world of ours
cause moments are the currency…

Eyes shine the bright glare when
the light is narrow and just right
corneas shall shine all broken…

The rose is what was good to you
the thorn is what was bad today
the bud is what you’ll dream tonight…

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