Something without an ending,
passing through an invisible eerie breeze,
crawling along the thorny stem
to reach the unknown rose.
The touch of the soft petal
had a nectar-like beginning,
but I froze with an uncertainty,
feeling like heaven, yet stuck to the shadow of death.
Scared to set like the sun
into the darkness,
yet the rising sun
made me do it again.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
Something without an ending,
passing through an invisible eerie breeze,
crawling along the thorny stem
to reach the unknown rose.
The touch of the soft petal
had a nectar-like beginning,
but I froze with an uncertainty,
feeling like heaven, yet stuck to the shadow of death.
Scared to set like the sun
into the darkness,
yet the rising sun
made me do it again.