Beautiful Roses Poem by Vlad Nov

I walked and I walked

I talked and I talked

I knew and I knew

I saw and I saw

Who walked with me?

The rose that grew from a crack in the concrete.

The tree whose first leaves sprouted at the side of a busy road.

A city, seldom thought of, that lights up the night sky like a flower bud.

And this was my journey, one of cycles and seasons, poems forgotten and read again years later to find their beauty unchanged.

My path led me back here, as it always does;

Though we are all born in innocence there is still much to learn before we can truly understand what it means to be human