Deep, deep, deep inside,
A place in the heart, unexplored,
Lay a beautiful black rose.
Touched by love and hate alike,
A charming showpiece, quite ignored,
Out of reach, but still so close.
Some emotions that want to hide,
Hide, but they just don’t go,
Trapped by a beautiful rose.
Lust, desire, passion–takes time,
Hatred, anger and scarred ego–
To gather it all, in the rose’s repose.
Concealed mysteries of our mind,
Frozen like tiny bits of snow,
Hidden somewhere between the rose.
In this entangled mess of heart and mind,
Rivers of serenity that gradually flow,
Flowers of hatred unabashedly grow.
Can someone unwind the mysteries?
Mysteries, like a game of catch and throw,
Mysteries, of a beautiful black rose.
I am so sorry!!! I took an even longer break than last time, after promising I won’t. But well, life is pretty busy. I have not read your posts either, and I don’t think I’ll be able to read them all, even though I want to! And this time, definitely, I’ll not disappear again. I hopefully, am back on WP, properly!
Hope you are healthy and safe! Love and hugs!♥♥♥🤗