by Anselm Vaz
I found a rose, not red to see.
Its pettles with blisters crumpled down.
It looked at me with a dead smile.
Uttering drops of tears and silent shivers.
No speach to define, the pain and plunder.
Thinking of the past ectasy.
Taking sometime to survive.
In the dark sunshine,
With no glittering light to see.
Oh! How was it picked by the lover winds,
and stamped by foreseen legs.
The wounds so deep, can't be healed.
The plunder pain, can't let it sleep.
A magical prayer, I say to God.
To heal this flower and take it away from me.
So no pain would touch its hearts.
And only smiles would make its way,
To heavens gates,
And the hells flames,
Would be waiting for me.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
My life is a poem, a poem just for you. (my friends), with stories i express, and words i supress., Thinking of what i have not imagined, is what i write for you.
Last updated October 04, 2016