acastleblue
Sometimes Summer rains come a little late...
- and a wild rose finds her final fate...
.
... but she was wild and knew her way... even beneath the hottest days. She was proud and beautiful...and her destiny was never to be long. Yet this one could bloom long past when any other dared... on days of 99, 98, 101 and even more.
I saw her lingering on her last day...
But in the night an unexpected rain...
like an ending gift of fate,
... that was yesterday.
And today her blooms are falling away.
But always remember she was wild,
and she was free!
Sometimes Summer rains come a little late...
- and a wild rose finds her final fate...
.
... but she was wild and knew her way... even beneath the hottest days. She was proud and beautiful...and her destiny was never to be long. Yet this one could bloom long past when any other dared... on days of 99, 98, 101 and even more.
I saw her lingering on her last day...
But in the night an unexpected rain...
like an ending gift of fate,
... that was yesterday.
And today her blooms are falling away.
But always remember she was wild,
and she was free!