The Glory left in the Past

The glory left in the past,
Precious gems contained in a tank,
However I wish,
All they relinquish.

I am but a mother,
Failing to give birth.
Pulling a tight rose from its slumber,
I must not, otherwise it won’t mirth.

Thus I pluck the dagger out,
Trace deep on the silk so holy,
Grant blood flow their own story;
Allowing mankind be the judge.

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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