Take a closer look at my favorite Rosal (a rose without thorns).
Demureness pictured on its frame.
We’re both simple, sensitive and quiet — apt to serenity.
Also, we’re both ephemeral, only, I’ve got a lingering sweet smell behind my charm.
I may be weak, but I’m special.
Thanks God, I’m a human.
I can enjoy life after death.
The sea comfort you in the stillness.
Making your wavy life at peace
Drowning grief down to its navel
Whisper your grudge and cry out loud
The sea will carefully listen up to its depth
Don’t worry cause you’ve got a friend
More than a friend you’ve expected
With wide embrace to comfort you
He is the maker of all our friends
If one friend fails, He’s still the One.