The Rose
Red-blood begun to burst
As the dawning sun scream in silent hue
Fallen dew misted a little lust
All of her cue
Time is no compare from yesterday
When everything was nothing to see
Than a blessed day this morning
Caught me his eyes adoring
A humble bee must have lost his flight
Tremulously hides from my sight
On one petal to unfold
And soon the rose will be bold
To cast a word of the heart
This cutter will set them apart
And the meanness of me has one cause
Yet, for another day to browse
An answer to myself
'How do dare you to break one's love,
For another love,
If I am you... yourself? '
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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