18.4.09

ROSA CAÍDA / A FALLEN ROSE


IT WAS A POOR ROSE
FALLEN UPON THE GRASS,
ALONE, ABANDONED AND WET,
HURTED UPON THE GROUND.

THE MOTHER TREE CRYS
FOR HAVING LOST A CHILD.
IT WAS THE WIND AND THE RAIN
THE CAUSE OF SUCH A PAIN.

BUT........OH GOD!
WITH A SAD HEART,
LITTLE FINGERS
OF PURE HANDS,
PICKED THE ROSE UP.

SUCH NICE ROSE WET
WAS A GIFT I RECEIVED
FROM SOMEONE I LOVE.
I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS.

2 comentários:

Ana Martins disse...

Querida amiga,
Venho dizer-te que há no Ave Sem Asas, um presente para ti.

Beijinhos,
Ana Martins

Fernanda Ferreira disse...

Amiga Milai,
Lindíssimo poema...
Parabéns.

Beijinhos