THE ROSE

"And the first rose bloom... Amidst the darkened skies... Caressed with innermost secrets of love

long forgotten... Of times long gone... passions long buried, Still waiting...hoping For the resurrection that will never come... ...The rain turned into howling winds... As the rose tried to feel.. The pointless dream of being alive... and the loneliness inside... teardrops fell from the skies... And touched the lips of that rose... As it cried gently from the pain ...of immortality...and eternity... "