//A Fading Rose// The resting child beside the passers weak I dug a womb to make it breathe and live His friends self dulling cutting dial stick I passer of road as all I passing The breathless tiny root yet end of breathe Sense'd heart like mother sense stomach of tot Hands shovel as digging like closet of grave A human burie after breathless heart And the root breath inside the grave like child Oh he how beaut'full you made thee to live And mates of mine like stormy thunders come Left lone to die oh Pardon little root Clicks & Canvas #MyCnC #mobilephotography #nature #rainy_day #flower #poetry #beauty #iambicpentameter
