She was a rose welted
In the mouth of the sun
In search of water
Lost
in the land of milk
& honey.
She loved to dance in vulnerability
The other roses sprawled across the vine.
She was welted in appearance,
Accepted as bittersweet
Lost
in the land of milk & honey
loud, obnoxious, out loud in the way
she gave of herself.
Hot chocolate on a summer day.
Rarely did the other roses accept her.
Their demands high, their priorities
Soaked in sugar.
Although sweet they'll never
Shine as bright along the hill side.
A girl that falls in love easily
Whose often mistaken at first sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, good