🌹 Roses in the Street

By Morning Star – Feb 2022

The first time I saw her—
Selling roses in the street—
Her hair was golden, tied in twisted braids
Of yellow and blue, a gentle hue
That danced in the rain on tired days

Her smile was hiding turned-up pain
Her voice—full of words she’d never say
She gave out flowers to passersby
But wondered where the roses go
And who might stop to ask her name

She said hello
But no one knew
The girl who sold
The roses in the rain

Behind her grin, a guarded heart
She was witty, careful, painfully smart
At end of day, she'd slip away
To an empty place where shadows start

Where pain was deep, but never seen
Still, she rose again at dawn—
Selling roses, all the same
Smiling soft through pouring rain

And every day, she hoped someone
Would see her face, would ask her name
Would hold her close, and not let go
Before the thorns could find her vein
Before the crimson silence flowed
And her dreams were pulled below

Then one day…
She wasn’t there

Another girl stood in her place
No questions asked, no missing face
The town just moved, the moment passed
And all her pain…
Became the past

But sometimes, when I walk that street
A sudden chill runs over me
And in the rain, I see her there
Her ghost with flowers in her hand

No one asked her where she came
And now—
Only shadows call her name