Blinded By A Mystical Rose Poem by Tawanda Mtunzie

Prickling as it is the rose is precious
No man can hold it high as it is fragile
Belief spreads around with customs
For the rose to bloom in perfection

Blinded by the mystical rose the bear is
But walks with dignity for his blindness
Life haven`t been precious for the bear
For without the rose was nothing

From nothing has become something
All thanks to the rose which has thy bloom
For the bear to take precious loom
Blinded forever by the mystical rose