You, white winter rose
frozen in a pale dawn ,
that the rays of a cold sun
don\'t warm ...
Here ,you are ,yellow rose
of autumn betrayal ,
departure deprived of redemption
damnation without any return ....
Proud red rose of the triumphant summer
with thorns that ripes like a dagger !
Bloodshed by fathers
who will never see the child again ...
Black rose ,mourning the joyful
springtime\'s hours ...
Seasons green the abandoned stone,
voice , vanishing in the nowhere ...
Who were you ?
The mud of the wild rose garden
clings to my step...
I remember the softness of a morning,
walking alone in the bare alleys
of peace regained ,imploring grace...
Will they bloom again
the blazing flowers of my carefree youth ?