Will you bleed with me?
The wind, tenderly floating and dancing around Storm, the rose, stroked her petal and whispered to her;
“Why does a beautiful, silky, red-haired rose clothe herself in a thick sharp-edged sequence dress?”
She softly waved her petals with the motion of the wind’s whisper and replied back;
“So that the human that does decide to touch and get close to me, may also bleed with me”
Can you share my pain?
I will share yours.
Shana Abela
Rain of Sunshine