Yellow Rose

Bright,

Beautiful,

Fragrant,

Yellow

Rose.

Softly I

Reach Out

 to you,

As to

not prick

Myself

to bleed.

Thorns

cover

Your thick

 stem.

I suppose to

Protect

yourself

From me.

 I suppose

To isolate

 yourself

in beauty.

I, longing

To come closer

And hold you

In the palm of

my hand.

And you,

Longing to

Be-free-

Just as
I am.

Bright,

Beautiful,

Fragrant,

Yellow rose.

In Joy-

I turn my

Head.

The

Fragrance

Of a

Simple

Breath.

The thorns

In which

We bled.