Poezja

The laughter of the bright red
roses, thorns that puncture; dreams
staring into night sky
stars all glowing bright, they gleam.

Bleeding from the lack of trust;
Roots of lies keep deepening.
Branches reach up to the clouds,
Leaves cry with no reasoning.

Fragile wishes petals hold,
Breaking with the smallest touch.
Sickly sweet, the smell, it drifts;
Thorn-less roses, small hands clutch.

Moonlit dewdrops fall in silence
Everlasting petals- dry.
Scarlet roses rise to sunlight
Beauty’s in the beholders eyes.