I was once
a blooming flower
ready to blossom.
But blood was shed
upon the ground
where I was laying.
My petals closed
and turned black
from the hatred
flowing in the
fallen blood.
My roots sucked
up the pain and suffering
and I closed in
upon myself.
Never thinking,
not hoping
that I would
ever open up to the sun again.
And then you gave me
your blood
and I opened up to the sun
once more,
only because of your blood
now with me.
hatred and rejection can kill the soul acceptance can heal it with love...nicely written read my poem, cactii and u will see the same echoing there...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
each petal opens again... when a single drop.. of juice again it drinks...iip