A Simple Rose
Buried beneath a concrete rock
A simple rose I am
The mud sunk my beauty
And time revolved passed my sphere.
The strongest stroke of the rain
Concealed my glare
and behind my back left scratches,
Trace, and marks of each season.
In between of a split of a rock
Sweet hands found me
and with immense kindness
restore my form.
I shone like the skyline
Like a lantern my light glow
and in between the magnificent luminary
This fragile rose shone.
Artistic hands of divine creation,
that transform the abstract and gives it worth
and awake the glimpse of the simple admirer
to contemplate a splendid and delicate rose.
Copyright © Loyda Navarro | Year Posted 2010
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