THE ROSE'S LETTER.

DESTINY IS NEVERLAND AND NEVERLAND IS DESTINY.
PEN-PROLAY. 
INK-ANANYA.

S.V.O 

                          THE  ROSE'S LETTER. 

My dear  and dearest earth , 

numberless times  I  kissed you ,
With your  dyeing sun and  morning dew . 

But I am yet to really  know,-
how to die and how to live ?
how to love and and how to leave. ?

I  touched the face of  your sky,
to know ,  just only  how to fly ? 

It answered me all with it's rain,
It made me sunk - just again into pain .

I  kissed  your green,
To know how to sound  the string,
It answered all with its fallen leaves,
in the silent valley ,  where none was  to sing. 

I asked  your mountain ,
how to stand like the high  again ?
it answered me with crying fountain,
to  kiss me with all those  earthed pain. 

I prayed to  your light,
to know , the way to fight,
It answered me all with darkness ,

I saw nothing and felt unknown oneness . 

I requested  your sound,
to know the way to be bound,
it just  promised  to knock me,
when I again would be found . .  

THANKS.
S.V.O      

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