The wayward wind rattles the rose ...
T he wayward wind rattles the rose, soft petals bend to its touch, and the fragrance that just before sweetly from it arose now floats scattered above the rocks. As the sun peaks from behind the clouds bright tears of rain moisten the ground, thunder fills silence with sound, You kiss me and we both run, afraid of what we've just found Its Spring again time to fall in love and forget about pain. Sign in to see full entry.