Life Like Gold…

I see the nature and seasons changing,
Looking at this my heart lifts up like Spring.
Strong is my heart holding all the pain.
I hold the red rose in my hands drenched in rain.
Learning how the flower hold the color,
Among the green leaves and thorns.
I will hold my life and the wine of grief,
To live like a rose and life like gold…

 

© 2011 Pimmi Nag