A purple rose struck me deeply.
There is some blood on my soft hand.
I was so childish , was too open.
but poison comes inside with pain.
I trusted people , I believed them.
My mouth was smiling at the Sun.
But candle that is burning slyly
told me to shut my pulsing heart.
My lips are ripe , already fading.
my wrinkles show real age.
I saw a few betraying hairs
they aren't white , a bit of grey.
I'm lost , I'm stunned.
it's not all fair , I wish I were.
I wish I could .
be tender like a spring young flower.
and not regret of old gone days.
A purple rose struck me deeply
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2019
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