Rose without leaves

"What has the Rose without its leaves

It was the calm of dawn..."

Petal by petal, you fell from me,

stripped naked by the cruel wind of time.

You were once red, strong,

but now you are just a memory,

a shadow of what we were.

I cut the thorns with my hands,

even though I knew I would bleed.

I believed I could save you,

but in the end,

it was your destiny to unfurl.

The scent you left in the air

still surrounds me, still holds me.

But you are no longer the rose in my garden,

just an echo of what I lived.

Now you are earth,

you are dust, you are life that will be reborn.

From you, perhaps another rose will emerge,

or maybe just silence.

And silence also blooms,

when the heart learns to accept.

"What has the Rose without its leaves.

It was the early morning calm..."