The fragrance of the original rose

Takes me to the past

Distant pasts

When I was a child

And I thought often

And was asking myself why?

And I had no answer

I was looking at distant horizons

And kept quiet

My head was empty

And my heart was full

It was full of thoughts

Full of sweet feelings

That were warm

And tied me to the rose bushes

And then when the thunder roared

I was not afraid

And when it rained

It made me happy

That smelled the rain

From the soil of the street

That I jumped

And let the rain into my eyes

That the rain was not was no tears

That it was cold and wet

And it was clean

And I loved it

As if it were my playmate