Cactus,I could guess the secret
you'd rather love to see buried deep,
isn't the thorny rose ,you dream
in your lonely sad nights?
Torrential rains lash long hours, you wait,
sun breaks his barrage of light on you,
it doesn't matter, foggy evenings tip toes to
ogle the dark beauty night wears,
oh! her starry necklace, that won't
brook any kind of description,
rose you have sent your fragrance
looking for the scent of your love, cactus.
Apart from thorns there is nothing
that bring you both together.
With the yearning each for the other
slowly waning, you remain apart.
as a binding factor, are just thorns enough?
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Cactus,I could guess the secret
you'd rather love to see buried deep,
isn't the thorny rose ,you dream
in your lonely sad nights?
Torrential rains lash long hours, you wait,
sun breaks his barrage of light on you,
it doesn't matter, foggy evenings tip toes to
ogle the dark beauty night wears,
oh! her starry necklace, that won't
brook any kind of description,
rose you have sent your fragrance
looking for the scent of your love, cactus.
Apart from thorns there is nothing
that bring you both together.
With the yearning each for the other
slowly waning, you remain apart.
as a binding factor, are just thorns enough?
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