The waves are dancing playfully
As if they heard the flute in a forsaken cabin.
It was a moment,
And the entire story was within seconds.
In my hand,
A blue rose of a sad past,
Had a fresh smell of giving up,
And the heart that won’t accept living.
I am looking at the red rose in your hands,
Shaped with my love,
But you are giving it to another.
I promised you my heart.
So I won’t cry