Sep 10, 2015
roses growing in the desert
As a phoenix reborns from its ashes,
flowers reborn from their modest home
with great joy.
Marguerite between roses,
a few rise distinguished,
imposing inexisting colours,
treating with the impossible,
roses growing in the desert.
Poorly think their sisters,
how can a rose be white?
but they live in the ignorance,
thorns oppress them,
apart from those who see
further than a garden full of fences
which impede to think, see, feel,
know what’s occult beyond their tricked vision.
