Deep down inside
In a four walled confine
Lies a rose
Where consecutive beats follow
Pumping life in an otherwise lifeless soul.
Close your eyes.
Listen to its beat.
It tells a story.
Of a young girl in the dark, scared of a monster.
Of a young boy in the park, enjoying his freedom.
Of a wise man, breathing his last breaths.
Of a wise women, knitting a Christmas jumper.
Open your eyes.
What do you hear?
Your rose,
Telling you, a story.
