Nov 2013
Secrets unfolding like a
blossoming rose in spring.
The fragility of it
catches your breath.
Too scared to touch
or bruise it,
the fear that you
might lose it,
Crushed
In the grip of death.
blossoming rose in spring.
The fragility of it
catches your breath.
Too scared to touch
or bruise it,
the fear that you
might lose it,
Crushed
In the grip of death.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
