Redhead
Roses is difficult to
be unnoticed - not among the flowers, nor among humans. Even when they are far
away from those who yearn for them, even among the other flowers, their
intoxicating scents attract variety of bees. Among the people the picture is
the same... just less bees drink nectar... Behold, I know a rose that stands
away from those who yearn for it - separated from the crowd, but not lonely,
attracting to herself views and sighs various.
Invisibly she could not
be - red as blood, red as passion, red as yet not extinguished weevil - trace
of the fire that still smoldering...
She does not need rose
petals scattered on the grass - mistaken they who rose petals spilling where
she go - red rose standing on her head - views of men and sighs lures.
Far away, from
somewhere... from various places... sometimes I sigh at the thought of a red
rose, and then I look toward a mountain, on which again rises the most
beautiful of all red roses...
I looking for her for a
view, and she only occasionally, answers...
Standing away from
those who yearning for her, and I belong to that group... I am not an angry and
do not care... as long, at least sometimes, my view caressing by wind scattered
her hair...
My eyes looking for
her, and she replied by beauty... and lonely heart filled with joy...
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