A dance in the face of roses
rejoicing in each teardrop of the bud
making us more joyful with each light
dancing in the rain with each drop
that composes ...

From the burning of the gut
and the flow of the air
the blossoms follow them
from time to time in mind ...

Red roses flies all around
pink roses sing their tune
yellow knows their names
purple holds them down ...

Nothing can become more
delightful that pose,
as roses splashes down
a reflection of true love
stillness of their souls
loneliness of a world of nothing
after they cry their tears of joy
and dance the dance of roses...*

Debbie Brooks 2014