Perfect Purple Rose
The Perfect Purple Rose
The Perfect Purple Rose stands still On the top of the hill
She is god’s will
Blossoming like a true princess
Wearing a white gown and a purple dress
Shines like a rare pearl in the skies
The ugly world cannot percieve her beauty even if it tries
Yet she survived cold seasons, hurricanes, and wild winds and careless reasons of man that walked on earth with hate
But none could break her perpetual rise
She will grow strong from the heavy dust
And open the eyes of the blind
Stirring the power of love in the dark mind
She stands still
On the top of the hill
The one and only
Perfect Purple Rose
By Ernest Badounts
(2013)
