*Roses*
.
tonight the roses scream
they've seen the night approach
to steal away their dreams
and tears-
silently encroach...
.
the night slowly embraces them
and counts among it's own
every leaf and every stem
every bloom-
payment for thoughts sown...
.
and in the morning when they wake
nary one remembers a thing
they open wide for Sol's own sake
in rioting colours-
they joyously sing...