Dreams and roses

Dreams are like rose petals:

Seemingly fragile and gentle

Their beauty calms and settles.

Attaching to the right one isn’t accidental.

When petals are young, they are strong

In spite of rain and wind they stay unbreakable.

If you cut them, they don’t leave for long

In spite of their loveliness, their loss is acceptable.

Dreams resist the time passing by

Their beauty and size are untouchable.

It is hard to know when our dreams will die

Cherishing something so delicate is irresistible.

Kristina

Monday July 6th, 2020