* * *
I hold the rose with my hands,
I breathe the roses with my breath,
And in my chest, two red
roses
Beat, beat, and then stop...
* * *
It's hard not to fall,
It's hard not to bloom,
Where should I put the leaves?
Where should I carry the flowers?
There are so many huge, fresh,
Orange leaves growing,
Their orange tenderness
In the heart of what hair whould I carry?
* * *
I hold a rose in my hands,
I breathe in the roses,
And in my chest, two red roses
Beat, beat, and then stop...
Roses
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