With a sweet scent that blows
Away the smell of a carcass
So sweet and tasty
Defeating the taste of bitterness
Its brightness sweeps away every darkness.
With the clairvoyance that brings serenity, strength and Hope.
And Oh, the fragrance is more than Frankincense and myrrh
But it has a torn.
My rose flower has a torn.
A torn that pierces the hand
And creates a hole in the heart.
A torn that finds its way into the soul. Dividing the attention of the Mind.
Oh Yes, my Rose has a torn
A torn that was created with all the alluring qualities.
Where from the torn?
It was part of the package
At the sound of this answer, I smiled yet I wept inside.
My Rose shouldn’t have carried this sharp torn.