After the Storm
A Poem

you are my princess rose who stands independently and stoically I was worried about you during the night-long rainy storm
because my protection was not enough
so when I got up and see you there the next morning in my garden who was standing as usual slightly wet and shining in glory
I rushed to you, my solitary queen and I touched your sensitive petals which were soft and smooth as velvet
Ah…!
poor little you, scatter on the ground fallen apart
it was just a single moment couldn’t even stop you couldn’t even cuddle you
my majestic dignified queen now became dots on the ground and then, your residual image starts being parasitic on me
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