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Rose in a vase

I saw a rose 

In a small glass vase 

It looked so fragile and helpless 

But yet beautiful and sublime. 

 

Could I touch its petals 

Without causing the harm 

that would damage 

this wonderful thing? 

 

Could I breathe onto 

its fine leaves 

And leave no sign of human interference? 

Let it live on in its own peace?  

 

My lovely lonesome rose 

Do not abandon me 

But transport me into your bloom  

And let me rest there for all eternity. 

rose

◄ Fear and Worry

Terrible words ►

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 5th Apr 2018 11:08

Thanks for your comments. I was very touched by your insight.

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Mystearica Hymm

Wed 4th Apr 2018 12:06

That was beautiful~!
I am not sure about the others but i interpret it as love. It is like the person who is writing the poem is afraid to hurt someone that they love. They are afraid to hurt because they do not want to be left behind. They are afraid to influence someone too much, to pour too much love that will limit the receiver's freedom. The writer treats love as a fragile yet blissful thing~! ?

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