Rose Suspended
The Rose could have blossomed, but didn’t
could have died, but hasn’t
suspended in perfect beauty
neither here nor there
The Rose that helped that gypsy
if only for one instant
that rose from within
arousing an illusion
But what is a mind without illusion
and a heart without beauty
and what is adventure without gypsies
or soul without passion
It is alive!, that Rose
although suspended
its petals are breathing and drinking
life’s saving waters
Its passion is to prove beauty
to those who behold her,
the Rose, and be there
with them. Forever.
by María Elena
Un ejemplar magnifico, la belleza de la vida. La poesía es muy bonita.
Besos