Red Rose (Champlain)
You are the flame that
scatters light to every path
as they march to arrive
at a destination, Champlain.
Lips tinted with shade
of love you open
to uplift mournful souls,
ignite new hopes in them,
root for their potentials,
like when the sky is red
and it isolates everybody
from negative energy.
Praises and applause
they reap from you
sweeter than the savor
of dark-red cherries
harvested in mid-season.
Blood, sweat and tears
you pour into your
unwavering passion
for as intense as
fire blazing― your
eagerness to serve.
But it is an aching feeling
of truth― that red roses
can make the ambiance of
a dull chamber delightful,
beautify spaces by
expunging the sad hues
with their glamour and color,
yet as one loses these,
in need of what it gives,
becomes crestfallen
until its petals and blades
crumple and become dry,
they all discard
and forsake it.
YOU ARE READING
roses of the world
Poesia❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
