The Wish

The Wish A black rose in a dark grotto, a sensation; do not pick it let it shine unseen and let poets write about its hidden beauty. But the adventurous could not be hold back, money and fame in the offering. When the rose was finally stolen and brought into the light of day, it turned out to be a timeworn nylon sock discarded by a tramp who had been given wooly socks by the Salvation Army…. Mittens too and boots for kicking cans down the road of seers light. Splendour in nights of dreams, mystic, beguiling, yet in the end just an old rejected sock.