another poem
we are all a rose as part of our lives go so do petals on a rose blow off in the wind the petals float freely on the wind when we die the petals float aimlessly in the sky as well as our spirits are free as well but just as one rose wilts another one grows the cycle continues for ages this isn’t the end its only the beginning of the blooming of another beautiful rose
dark_emperor_seraphim · Thu Apr 03, 2008 @ 04:02pm · 0 Comments |