Wednesday, 30 March 2016

The Rose

Not the arrogance
That make me say:
I’m a rose

Because sadness is a rose
Homesick is a rose
And when any rose faded by the wind
The people.. all the people
Will forget
That.. there was a rose

Someday,
Try to gather a rose
Its strong roots
Will pending on the borders
Its nectar
Will fly up.. up
Wants to complaing everything to God
But,
It just stick to the cloud’s limbs
Then the rain give it back
To stick to our faces
And on other roses

Someday,
Try to gaze at a rose
And talking to it,
Without it tell you
I’m just a grain of sand
They took me out of a tent
So I turned into a pearl.

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