I Thy Rose


This bewildered lamentation of my mind and soul
Formed and reformed dense clouds
Ah, it engulfed the enchanting world of mine
Gradually the thin silver line became the full Moon
This realization struck me like lighting
My tender being demoralized with agony
It fell into the deep darkness to save itself
From the ruthless realities of the day
My injured soul astounded to see
My aura shattered into thousand crystals
It gazed upon me as a wounded warrior
And gently whispered to me to Rise
With my trembling hands
I gathered all the broken pieces
Like sacred Hymns and Psalms
I held them in the palms of my hands
And my heart sung a song
Ah, I thy rose and I thy thorn!

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