Treasure Island

Danya Qattea


I Understand Why the Rose Weeps


Why, people ask, does the rose weep?
Every morning, more tears fall.
They fall and fall, the droplets falling in sudden bawl.
But still they don't understand.
Why does the rose weep?

I understand why the rose weeps.
All you had to do was ask me.
It cries for the hearts it has seen,
over and over again broken.
Its sorrow goes unspoken.
It just cries,
a stream of tears,
soft spoken.

So, now,
do you understand why the rose cries?
Why it sometimes looks so bowed,
so low to the ground that it looks like
an old soul bent with age?
Why its spirit always seems stuck in a cage?
Why it seems to be the sage of broken hearts?

Do you understand why the rose cries?

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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