Del Cielo Cayo Una Rosa Poema Novels & Stories

Something so ugly and uncomfortable. “There is a rose in the middle of the chaos,” Sia said, her voice soft but piercing as she looked at the painting again. “Do you know what it symbolizes?” “Beauty?” he ventured cautiously. Sia turned to him with a small, knowing smile. “Close. It is love. The artist created a scenario where love is akin to war—devastating, all-consuming, and yet strangely beautiful. The rose is a symbol of love that stands amidst the destruction, all alone, left to bear the consequences.”

You see this humdrum town Bacolor or Apalit or Macabebe9seeking colors & flood tide arias on the impulse of a rainy Saturday afternoon before the machinery of undergarment civility because a harness will only be made for one far away from the closet ripraps & minuets ageing windows sigh in the air I have no plans & precedents— when in this charming confirmation your handsome decision lounges on the very idea I suppose was your idea of the blue histories of weather report in a coma, wishfully contacting Rogelio de la Rosa (makananu tana?), his name typed up slowly, fur is flying— lightness!—but you got everything now round your mythic little fingers life at the alterations shop oh what a terr

“A breeze in the blue sky, In which swallows use to fly, Scatters the scent of flowers. Oh, sacred blossoms, take these scars, take these tears, And send them fluttering across the spring sky.” Esper sat atop a marble archway in a garden of ruins. She wore a simple white dress and still had bandages covering most of her body. Her right leg swung slowly back and forth over the edge as she sang to herself. “If I wander about ashore,

“He wants you. That much is apparent and if you listen to your heart you know you want him. Your brain can make infinite scenarios both good and bad, that doesn’t make any truth. The only way to know what could be is to find out for yourself. Letting your fears control you keeps you from living.” “When did you get so wise?” I chuckle. “I have a lot to think about. Let’s bring those roses in and get them all in water. I don’t think we have enough vases, thankfully, this was Auntie Rosa’s room. Well, hers and mami’s, but Auntie has a stash of empty jars in the closet hiding spot.” I smile as I open the closet door and move the panel hidden in the top, my auntie must have discovered it a long t

Her father died unexpectedly and left them in a sea of sorrow. Rosalia and her mother are living in a two-story house that her parents bought together. It’s a small house, but they’re happy there. She is strolling along the winding streets of the city. The streets are adorned with a delicate shower of cherry blossoms, their pale pink and white petals gently swaying in the breeze. Despite her efforts to catch a few in passing, the ephemeral nature of the blossoms eludes her grasp. As she is strolling along, the enchanting scene inspires a melody in her heart and a sense of melancholy as she realizes that this fleeting season will soon come to a close. This spring season holds a special place

And as the two finally pulled away with Feral who was gasping direly for breath and Genad who was panting while still desiring the poisonous roses filled with sweet vanity that had one asking for more, the sky suddenly sparkled. ‘…huh? Is that?!’

He let her hold on, his gaze never leaving Roman and me. We were standing in the centre of the extraordinary flowers, the sun finally breaking through the trees to bathe the garden in a pale golden glow. "Finally," Rosa said quietly, her voice thick with emotion as she watched Roman lean in to seal the promise. Dante didn't look away. His smile didn't fade. "Finally," he agreed.

The melody was full of hope and inspiration, and the rhythm fit in surprisingly well with the words of the poem. “In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me

[Kaden] As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her. "Rose?" I touched her hand. "I am sorry you had to see that" She bites her lip.

VICENZO’S POV The city sprawled beneath me, a mosaic of lights flickering against the encroaching darkness. From the penthouse balcony, the world seemed distant, almost unreal. The cool night air did little to quell the heat simmering within me. I took a drag from my cigar, the ember glowing briefly before fading, much like the fleeting moments of peace in my life. Rosa’s face haunted me. Somewhere in that stretch, she was breathing the same air. I couldn’t stop relieving her face. Relieving our conversation…that kiss. Rosa owned me. She owned me and she was missing from me.