A blooming, spotless to perfection rose,
She is like God’s eyes that never close!
I want to be one, saved from oblivion,
She is Burned by the sun,
And I Drowned by delirium,
There is no remedy for both of us!
Sometimes I wish I was a rose,
Somewhere in Caribbean island!
No fear of wind that blows
My Gold, my shadow leaves
Into your hands that are holding someone else.
Rose
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2020
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