Red and Yellow

Red and Yellow

 

There’s a rose

I grow

hidden;

for it is forbidden.

Between the tulips

the red lips

wet,

glisten.

The rain listens

 to the sound of impossible dreams.

The rose in my heart screams.

Reviews

[Quiet Child]

this is really a great write! i love the choice of word and your structure for this piece. it really nice and you did a great job. Keep it up!!

[Inda]

Thanks, means a lot that you stopped by!

[Quiet Child]

Your welcome.

[Lucien Maier]

Nicely done!

[Inda]

thank you!

[Baby Ricochet]

Awesome. Great job

[Inda]

Thank you!

[Geon Quuin]

makes orange.

[Inda]

Yes, lol.