The Fall Misunderstood by Ivan Guerrero Najera

The Fall Misunderstood

The sunlight comes down
From the clouds to my face
And I feel like a petal
On a rose

Red is the color I give
Though not alone
I feel as if
I alone expose

Will you pick me
With the flower
So that an hour
Tells my life?

Or will you stare
And watch me fall off
For your sight
And for your love
Because I might?

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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