Lucky Rose
LUCKY ROSE
Once the water of belly broken
A miracle to earth, the bud opens
On a yard of flowers above the rocks
Hardly fine, but the thirst knocks
Knock! Knock!
Who is there?
I the seed dying of this shell
I feel breaking out, for the soul to tell
Of freedom journey of the story
Of the beauty moments glory
Starving of the sand warmth beneath the ground
Raining the earth all wet and hoped
Felt the witting the hells loosen
The stem showed up in the garden
Sun tropism I reply back deeply seeking
Melt in the love of sunlight
That shines up in darkness fight
Angeles flying halo of the born tree
The burning flame in the trunk spree
I grow up wild in the dirt, but free
Dust of the sand, the smoke of the ash
The smell of the garbage, the lights flash
The beauty of the disbanded locker
Cut down in the flower of the hero in there
Untidy flying with color
Knock! Knock!
Who is there?
I, calling for the life’s unjust
Against my words here is my protest
Ducked down on my knee
Head up! The garden flower bee
Tasted my flavor gave’ out the best
Grown-up now, beautifully washed out the dust
Morning sunshine on my face
Happy moments I embrace
Times are sweet pain is glorious
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