The rose broke apart,
Feeling the dryness around,
Scorching viewing the world peeled,
Wetted by the tears of grief, stood the rose astound.
The world peeled with possession, cheat, hatred, and distrust,
Eventually,
Every heart, every rose, every soul
Burnt to dust.
In the world of corpse,
Was left no heart, no rose, no soul.
It rained heavily,
And every drop, every tear had hatred and grief to disclose.
The petals joined once again to form my petal heart,
When I was protected,
Through the impeccable shield of love,
And truthfulness revealed
I traipsily walked,
Viewing a bright light,
Aware that was the call of destiny,
Which I need to abide.
Smiling and draining,
I continued walking and reached the holy beam,
Hoping for someone among the screams,
They were beside my bed, ready to give me a gentle hair
caress
To the two angles, who showed me life and love.

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~ The two angels are my parents who gave their everything in the clouds of my smile.