#mossrose #plants

A bite, a taste, then silence grows,
quiet fears that no one knows.
Each forkful feels like hidden shame,
each swallow whispers weight and blame. Eyes drift down, afraid to see,
a battle fought relentlessly.

A burst of pink, so bold and bright,
Petals glowing in soft sunlight.
Veins like whispers, tender lines,
A blossom’s grace in gentle signs. 🌺