Queen Of Thorn
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Jacob Woodland, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2015
Beautiful petals,
Hide countless thorns.
When the petals fall,
The whole world scorns.
Left without a mask,
Left forgotten, forlorn,
Hopeless and lost,
Disguise unworn.
But not unloved,
This I’ve sworn,
To you my dear,
My queen of thorn.