Birth of roses - A poem

Ilustração por Tozati @gabitozati

I can feel flowers growing under my skin

Its a beautiful garden,

For sure, I can agree.

Never felt like this before

All of these soft roses get spreading through my body,

Just waiting for their shining glory.

There will be a day when they all will arise

Ripping of all the boundaries of my chest

Just to survive

The birthing day will finally arive

And that day forward

They will be called

Rising Roses,

Cause they are always in a grow,

And nothing could stop their flow.

Poema por Bruna O.

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