THE FUCHSIA ROSE
In the storm
Stands the fuchsia rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her
Pure is the fuchsia rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt
Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you
Instantaneous whispers
of happiness rise
from the roses
as if all time would hide
In the beauty of this moment
the poet's pen
is not strong to tell of their melody
the roses know this
and smile to her silently
Come my love
you are my rose
please let me be
please set me free
AIXA
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