White Rose Poem by Pritisha Sardesai

In the storm
Stands the white rose
Waves of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose
strong in face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down.

Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strenght
in the nights that so hurt.

I see the white rose
She's not far away
But only the words can I say
So I send her my words:

Be strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk an be with you.