Del Cielo Cayo Una Rosa Poema Novels & Stories

The sun was still setting and it looked magical just like an orange glow amongst the clouds. “Doesn't magical hour look so beautiful Stephano?” Rose kept her gaze steady against the sun setting glow outside her window. “It sparks so many colours in the evening sky. Red. Orange. Pink. Blue. It's just like a human with so many colours. We all have our own different colours which shapes our personalities.” Rose kept on saying and Stephano couldn't help himself. He turned his head in her direction to watch her speak so beautifully. It was like she was reciting a poem and it sounded very sweet. Sometimes he didn't understand a word she said but anytime she said those strange poems of hers he coul

she mumbled the moment she stopped behind Rosealba, tilting her chin slightly upward to stare. Rosealba let out an inaudible scoff. Then she turned slightly, eyes also shifting toward the sky. “Indeed,” Rosealba replied softly, taking a gentle sip from her wine. Silence fell between them like a veil—neither of them speaking, both staring at the sky as if it held all the answers. A breeze danced past, carrying the scent of distant flowers and something old, something broken. Then Emilia’s voice cracked through the silence. “The sky is beautiful… but not as beautiful as your heart.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

He said I was like a rose in bud, and he wanted to be the Little Prince. I thought the perfect match for the Little Prince was a fox, so I didn't agree with his confessions. Until that spring, he bought that rose garden for me. He covered my eyes and made me stand at the top of the hill where the roses were in full bloom. I remembered the wind that day carried the scent of the flowers, and he held me in his arms, promising to give me a home. Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings.

Maya’s POV The black roses didn't smell like flowers. They smelled like damp earth and old, forgotten grudges. Every time the wind blew, the petals rattled like dried scales. I stood in the center of the field, the gold veins in my skin pulsing in time with the bruised sky.

I asked. She nodded. I took it. Surprisingly, the paper was completely dry and neat. I unfolded it carefully. The handwriting wasn’t childish at all. "The gloomy weather needs your smile to make it beautiful again. You don't know this, but your smile is my favorite kind of sunshine. This rose is just a small reminder that someone out there finds you breathtaking. Smile for me?" My breath caught.

It wasn’t enough. The next morning, I found a single blood-red rose outside my bedroom door with a handwritten note in bold, elegant script. “Be careful what you awaken, Citlali. Some storms cannot be contained. — D.”

Grinning as if she’s aware of something we're n’t. Rosa’s blades are unsheathed before the plate touches the ground. “Coño.” The dish remains intact. It liquefies, pernil transforming into wax streaming, over the table shaping words: TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS, TÍO MARCO. INFORM MOMMY THAT I LONG, FOR HER. The wax solidifies into a red handprint (Isla’s hand precisely the same size). Rosa clutches my wrist with force that her nails break the skin.

Because the garden was decorated with fairy lights and flowers. On the ground it was written HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA with night glowing flowers which she loves. Before anyone could say anything a loud noise caught their attention and they all looked at the sky. There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA and it glowed like a firecracker. After that it started to crack and the dark sky became lightened. Shayari was totally shocked and amazed she had no words to say. Her tears were not Stopping at all. But the difference was that she was crying in happiness not in sadness. For a change and that too because of Aarhan.

She reached out her hand catching the soft petals in her hand delightfully, after the roses seized, a small pink note fell on her outstretched hand. "Hmm?" She tilted her head in surprise, looking up at the sky, despite the lights she still couldn't see the direction from where the roses nor the note fell from, it almost felt as if they were falling from the sky itself raining down on her with their immense beauty. Vivian opened the note in her hand, and a familiar hand writing met her eyes, she smiled.