Danielle rose

My seed was born One bright spring morn In gardens grown by God. Out of the earth My stem gave birth To petals red as blood. The gentile rain My growth sustained, And like each seed God sows, I...

You want to know Me? You want to see My face? I do not age with time; I do not fit into a space I transcend the capacity of your eye, so who am I? It is the question of the moment; It is the question...