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The Rose Thanks

I never thanked you

Oh Man of God!

And I’ve never forgotten you

Do you remember?

For you I adorned and perfumed myself

For you I dressed and colored me

Red as blood

But you, you never looked at me!

And I, impatient, in love,

Caressed by the breeze, bathed in dew

I silently just waited.

You came from Vespers

In Indian Column

And finally you saw me!

Delighted, you wanted to stop

But what about the Column? It would be a scandal!

Looking at me in the eye, you said:

How beautiful you are!

And you promised to come back

But I could not wait

The life of a Rose is so short!

For you I defoliated myself to death!

For you I loved to death!



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Misa Ferreira de Rezende

I write because the world enchants me, death frightens me and life amazes me. I am a writer. “About me” stories