My first poem in a VERY LONG TIME:
You yearn to pick the rose that grows
behind the bulletproof
I watch with the melancholic laugh,
as a garden flourishes
Kaleidoscope blankets of flora wait at your back,
you notice before summer has come to pass,
when the hand of time throws infinite
wilt in browning grass?
My dear, that glass you will not crack...
Just turn around
everything of your dreams
is here right now. Forget the future and the past.