The touch of the Rose!

Whenever leaves begin to fall, 

The wind soften his touch.
The meadow of light arises,
When the sun touches the soften Wind's touch.

There might be a form of life,
Which can make the beauty the world needs.
But there can never be shadow again,
On those secret we share witht he life.

The rose transforms from a unrealistic life form,
Into the most sacret and hopeful touch.
There can be no more sorrow,
Whenever your hands touch the flower.

Roses are pure, aswell as every human being,
Every one has its own individuel Mind to carry further.
Totally forgiven is the Rose,
To those who are in need.

To take a thorn and prik yourselve,
is to eager the Hope and Graze.
Everyone who cries, tells secrets, to the Rose,
And It Never Tells!!!
(c)Amanda De Ruijter. (14-04-11)