Good day The rose is a symbol of perfection, Wisdom and purity. Its primacy is recognized, Among the flowers. In the petals keeps the Queen, The secret of tenderness, love. Everyone can enjoy, The standard of beauty.
There are no people to replace other people. There is no identity between souls nor between feelings. We love different, think different and especially, feel different. And those who leave our lives often, we will never find them in other people. Because people do not replace other people.
“REDEMPTION.” a poem 14 January 2020 [Tuesday] Can you find peace in your pain now? I turned to music; I thought, somehow, Peace of mind, then might descend, Upon me. No. Is this the end? Who knows what suffering’s right for me? Where is happiness? Is there a key, For finding Hope? Is She still […]
One of them is white-white, It was like a weak smile. The other is scarlet-scarlet, It was like an unprecedented dream. And both beckoned and called…
Rose-she’s like a woman, Gentle, elegant, shy, Slim, sometimes mysterious, In its beauty, just fabulous! Flaming with beautiful love, Means, blooms a rose red. Vulnerable, trusting, with dreams, If the color of its petals is pink. Thorns, as protection from rudeness. Proud and filled with wisdom. Pure, immaculate, divine. A red rose and a woman.