Dimensionsofgold

  Wandering through an unknown forest thorns like sword piercing my feet leaves like crown adorns me finding my way in the lost with tiny bruises I spotted a torn rose with hopes to mend it to replant and replenish wishing it becomes mine someday Rose with some life hopes fragile like my favorite glasses picked it up and wished i never did but it had already become my mission Halfway,my mending tenure had expired the fragile rose grew horns made me a target it's own way of appreciating me It was not done but it expired it never grew out but grew in became wild and uncontrollable  but never mine Confused,i began a second journey laid the rose for another target wishing it grows feathers next time while i find some pluckings