Call it not "just a twig," love.
From the heart of a thorny bush,
in the middle of a desert oasis,
sprayed with glacial water,
wrapped in a japanese paper,
It's not a rose, but
call it not "just a twig," love
and never consider it such.
Ah!!!! poetic.. you read it loud.. enjoy the moment.
ReplyDeletethe rose might dry
the thorns will yet survive
the fragrance may die
the pain sticks as sty.