Thought, it’s just a little bend
Or just a blow of the wind,
Yet in all that quake you remained to be..
Some dust on a desert,
Swept away by a wind… swept away.

I closed my eyes to your thorns,
Budded my ears to all warnings.
I stitched your bursts, I replaced your weak seams.
Then in your strength..
In your strength you tore me like paper.
You sketched your dirt on me.
You dimmed my lights.

All I can see is a rose fading
Your beauty bursts into tiny specks
When I admired your petals,
When I felt their smooth…
I can’t forget.
You’re still my rose.

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