In my childhood blood roses horrified me,
With its crooked witchy nails
And enchanting trap lips.
Conjuring even the new born sun,
And queening the whole morning space’
I plucked moonlit frozen jasmines,
Roses were strangers…
But ,I love the rose syllables now,
Punctuated by dark silence
Sand winched between two petals,
The claws of painless death….