Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Mirror

The delicate blossom forgets
That as the newborn
Which needs extreme care
It must also be nurtured.

Growth seizes its chance
Accompanied by extreme change
The rosebud does not remain.
The details are revealed.

The flower needs tender care
Its beauty must be observed,
Its thorns never forgotten,
As well as gently caressed.

The blossom becomes
An exquisite delight
On its way to demise,
To, as a different charm, die.

It reflects stages of evolution,
Imperfections and flair.
The mirror the lady holds
Is but the beautiful blossom.



A little something from 10.28.08.

xo,R
2011

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