A Magic Rose
I stare at a rose on a vine
It is red as wine,
Looks so peacefully, and just sits there like it stares back
I touch the rose
It sends a magic signal to inside my whole body
The rose pulls my body into a deep trance
Somehow I know I need to pull my hand back
The trance that I'm in is stronger than my power
Then, I see these two images like people
A man, and a woman
Laughing, and talking
Even though I can't see a clear vision of who they are
The woman sound like me
The man sounds like my husband
I close my eyes and try to get a better vision
Then, open them
I see my husband and I
But how could this be?
My husband is dead!
A voice echoes through me and the trance
I can't make the voice out to understand what it is trying to say to me
I train my mind to get a better hearing of the voice
Every minute is coming clearer
Finally I heard and understood
This is a re-run of my husband and I on our first date
Finally I realized what was happening
The rose is a magic rose
People who touches this rose, send them back through time
It was never in my mind
That has my husband gave me a sign?
Could it be explained?
Or was it maybe the rose bring back good memories and replace them from bad
ones?
Who knows?
It's a mystery.
I finally came out of the trance
I was feeling fine now
better than I was before
I will always remember that rose on vine,
Whenever I need comfort, I can come to that magic rose!
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