Tea roses
In a crystal vase
Desperately reaching
Upward
As if…….
It’s like there’s no
thick in the concrete roof!
As if the sky
Closer and closer!
And here it is,
This melted sky
In the fringe of the fracture
Of the concrete block
“So romantic
On the gray our teal color”
Whispered the roses,
Through the storm of dust….
So tender is the edge of your bud
That even the dust, frightened by the light,
won’t touch you, poet’s soul,
Grow fast through the poems!
April 02, 2011
Author Anastasia Gracheva
