Crown of Thorns

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In 2010 i wrote a poem about a rose.
That rose was an imagery of my personality & being and it went something like this.

I am a rose, a dark rose
but only my name presents darkness

I am a rose, a dark rose isn't that sublime?
both colors combined present an oxymoron and as such my existence also divine

I cry, often
river, of thorns
thorn my heart, as such I am thorn between existing and living
constantly, simultaneously, intrinsically.

Cantankerous, dark, saturnine
within me a feeling that was, and is no longer but provokes nevertheless fear & awe

Suddenly a light and a hint of warmth seemingly a sweet misfortune

Yes as if tomorrow, I remember
when the morning dew
At dawn, when the crepuscule had gone far, far away

At dawn, then, I will count you,
What will be the end of me

enamored of you I was
my mind radiant, luminous

The seasons

***Honestly this poem doesn't make much sense in English***

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