Hidden under the Silk sand

Sun sets its peek above the horizon

Broken pieces of a civil land

A destroyed flower is enlightened

Brought by the Gods to divide

power, but Poisoned by twist of fate.

Slain in mist of war, stained with pride

Covered in red as the white dilate.

It withers and lie in wait

to surface its face.

To bloom and bred

Then put to bed in dreams.

Crippled by life, it keeps living

Dying isn’t the plan

Surviving on forgiving.

Strange as it seems it likes the feeling.

The pain of fire burning,

the rain falling softly with ease.

Silently broken the barrier of light

She shines brightly with all of her might.

The deserts rose has grown my

how this beauty has shown.