Wisps of disappearance,

Drifting through the air;

Clear going hazy,

Left all alone.

The fragrance still there,

Rain of tears falling but

Rub it off or not;

Still wants it or not?

The flower was watered,

Nurtured and loved;

Oh! Just didn't realise,

It bear thorns.

So whose fault was it?

Whose blood dripped?

Why did it stung,

Stung so painfully?

Letting it go,

Or letting it remain here;

Decide please decide,

'Cause you're in pain dear.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

Nurtured by blood and water...

Anna