Please fight no more, butterfly Rosie, <br />There are far greater plagues than death. <br />Our world is a canvas to artistic stains <br />That darkens our floor with mockery paths. <br /> <br />Please fight no more, Dear Rosie. <br />Let me kiss those angel pearls <br />That deck your warm pillow cheeks, <br />Shining and pink with invading grief. <br />I kiss and hold the wealth of you, <br />Against my company. <br />The story of your fears reflects <br />Against your tears. And your little <br />Shoulders shake and break <br />With waves of honesty. <br /> <br />Please fight no more, my dear sad Rose, <br />Rest your fisted hand into mine, <br />Do not combat the allied crowns <br />Of fate, and despair with 'why? ' <br />Do not cry for the force of heaven <br />To pour its wisdom into you, <br />I fear your tiny measure <br />Will reject this mass and burden, <br />And will reject your innocence too. <br /> <br />However stained our earth may seem, <br />However ugly and unkind, <br />With whatever hues this Fate may paint <br />Our tastes. Please remember, <br />Our sky remains the same. <br />And there should rest <br />Your smiling memories <br />Cradled under easy blue <br />And soaring songs of life.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-sky-remains-the-same/
