The White Rose

once i thought i was a flower
diaphanous  petals sheer ~ i chose  to be  one Beautiful Day with flowers 2!!!! Rose~
just because i brought one to home

 

 

was not my  and was not given to me
even in that way
once  ~i thought i was a rose~

 
i placed her on my cup
and She lasted only two days
and i did not understand….

 

 

how i could last for so so short time
~and that day i died a little~
and i still continue to die

 
the fragrancy, the texture, the color
the shadows…  they  are in my life

shuffled like cards and  falling down

sometimes…..

 
but i know i am not that rose ~  I always knew~
i have not that rouge center
and all petals spread out for anyone to  see

that absorb and absorb
i am not  so white…..

 

4 thoughts on “The White Rose

  1. The integration of a gentle manifestation of nature-it`s all our destinies. It is a quiet and smooth beauty, a natural transition to our eternity. Nicely expressed, Mirna!-Mishka Allport-Fotaleza, Brasil

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