The Last White Rose…
With the day’s break,
The red rose bloomed…
The petals holdings its rich red color,
And the fragrance in the air…
The cold night cast its darkness,
On the richness of the flower…
Its beauty was doomed ,
In the folds of the white snow…
The moon shined its silver light,
On the rose in my hand with its last fight…
A desire to be a witness of someone’s love
A love that could not breathe and died without a name…
© 2014 Pimmi Nag
Filed under: Despair, Fantasy, Friendship, Love, Nature, Passion, Relationships
