I cry with the trees
their breeze adopted me
sadly we both have leaves
in a garden flow
my fellow dreams
unfolded rose
grows out of me
though the fear of rejection
I embrace with thorns
my hugs hurt and are clumsy
God loves a rose
garden me I run from
the distant thunder
fearfully intent
on embracing the Father
with my drizzled stem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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