The Rose Poem Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Rose Poem

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when i was young as a petal
of a rose
i love the hands of the sun
caressing
my stalk and thorns and leaves

time has betrayed me with
wilting gifts

i am not as old
but i am feeling the changes

the petals fall away
and my thorns are dry and not
as sharp as
any kind of reliable defense

there is this beautiful feeling
though

that of letting go
that of watching the sun set
gracefully
and finally saying upon my
innermost

that Life is indeed short
and that foremost
it has been so exciting
so beautiful
and one that last day
still

to the extreme....amazing

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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