The Rose

Carmine Branco

Like a rose bud,

our lives stretch

out towards the

sun, giver of life.

We believe we are

beautiful;  forever

young and majestic.

Soon we realise

that what we were

is not what we are!

Our tiny minds

create a powerful

illusion of eternity,

a picture of infinity.

We are immortal!

We are magnificent!

We are the essence

of perfection.

We believe to be the artist

and artefact of our

destiny.

Forever fresh!

Forever young!

Forever….

Our minds maintain

that image, but our bodies

fade away . Our youth

crumbles under

the merciless impact of time.

Hence we are no more!

 

  • Author: Carmine Branco (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2017 17:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Finished writting by me the 3rd of July 2017 , it is my second attempt in publishing in English. My first official English poem is published on another italian poetry site.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • Q

    Bravo! Very well done.

  • Carmine Branco

    Thank you. Happy to be here. I appreciate it very much.

  • onepauly

    yes it feels as though we must be perfect when we go outside. so we put on the mask. then when we return home the mask comes off.



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