To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...

As cats that purr when on your lap,
And that on you, might take a nap...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

A kitten
cracking tears...

Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...

To feel my love be born
And then to see it'll grow...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...