The Dragon And The Rose Poem by Alaa ...

The Dragon And The Rose



a fairy tale inside me

the dragon and the rose

a tale that's not in a book

but only on the walls

not written or spoken

just secretly told

the blood is not in red

the hearts are not cold

the fires burn

and the wounds are unfold



on a bright sunny day

when the dragon

asked the rose

why she is so pure

she couldn't answer

she couldn't even cure

the soul that has been broken

on the thorns of her body

and the tears that washed up

her young and smooth leaves

the dragon knew

the rose was holding on

to her brown fertile land

he couldn't take her away

or even with her stay

and though, everyday

he was stung by the thorns



for the rose is still pure

and because she was sure

the dragon is wild but kind

she rejected the tears

and the light of the sun

she didn't want

to sting anyone

anymore or any longer

and thats why she became stronger

stronger than the dragon

and wilder than his fire

because inside her she knew

he was not the only lier



she escaped to another land

between big trees and friends

who gave her a hand

to stay pure till the end

the dragon went back

to the old empty castle

to protect the ancient walls and stones

and he was never stung again

by the rose's innocent thorns





the dragon and the rose

a fairy tale inside me

a tale thats not for kids

but for the hurt

the unseen

those who hold on to the edge

who might drown

who might fall

for those who must

go back to the safe shore



18th november 2009

6: 00 am

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 18 November 2009

fascinaating write back to safe shores 10

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rago rago 18 November 2009

rose is alive........... always............... in him

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Donna Lou Resurreccion 18 November 2009

Your piece is awesome.! Like a dream...

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Egypt, Cairo
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