Explosion

 



A danger,
something
silent
waiting for us
some dance
with the
wrong steps and:
sorry!
BUM!....

Our life comes
to a
very strange
end
dancing
all over the
dancing
place;
(sorry,the wrong)
foot.
Trembling
.

 


Roses are roses
they say.
There is no distance
between a rose and
another rose.
Only color makes the diference,
but no distance between them.
A flower,
a buterfly,
the sun
and a rosed perfume
touching
all points of the Earth.
Roses are roses
white,yellow
and the smell
touches two souls.
Roses
and love.
Two perfumed flowers ,
touching each other.
Every day.

 

 

 

 

 

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