Petals and Thorns

I am cross with the rose
for its thorns
When I am in Love 
I see the rose petals
When I am not 
I see only the thorns
When I walk across a garden
I see hundreds of the laughing 
But the rose is always a rose
Despite its thorns beneath


BREEZE 

Breeze whispers
and 
tickles the laughing leaves

SHE 

She painted her face 
all day before the mirror
The same face looked back
She bot bored to death
And suffered the pain 
All night in the moonlight 

CORRIDORS

I looked back while walking
Into the corridors
Full of shadows 
The past rushes forward
Without feet 
Leaving no footprints