A rose grows in the night Lit beneath the diamond lights Petals smooth in silken magic Blossom crimson shaded fabric I touch the stem and thorns Disappear from their tragic court Scent regales the pollens nectar That sings in childhood's laughter Where smiles are like roses That grow inside the night
Patrick --- as with the other I just read previous...you have a way of bringing out the light from the dark in your words...and this verse does that as with the other...you see the positive and negate the negative impulses...
I have a confession... I write for therapy, its not transcend artistic statements or postulating polemics, I write to communicate and express myself in a form that can promote communication between pa.. more..