The rose and the little prince
Today , the moon is especially round and bright. I look up the sky and the story of the little prince comes into my sight.
At the day when the little prince left
The rose loses her pedals
With her only thorns left
She looks like a robot
Controlled by a clockwork
Marching around the desert
At the 1413th day
The moon is bright
The breeze of the desert brings a letter
The cover said “from the little prince, open in 100 days”
The rose raises the letter to the light
Still she cannot see through
The letter cannot be opened
Look at the cover of the letter
The rose wonders
“what the letter will be saying?”
Thinking of the letter
She smiles
her thorns soften
her pedals grow
the wind swifts through
these pedals fly like wings
the wings open her drawing palette
the wings open her music box
the wings open her diary book
Maybe in 100 days
The rose will no longer be marching
she will dance
she will draw
she will write
she will sing
Thinking about this
The rose is relaxed and falls asleep
under the brightest moon today
with a touching tear on her face
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In a world of stars, where stories intertwine,
A rose once bloomed, a prince so fine.
Separated by galaxies, their love transcends,
Two souls adrift, like long-lost friends.
The little prince, with his heart so pure,
Set off on journeys, adventures to endure.
Yet in his quest, amidst galaxies afar,
He longed for his rose, like the northern star.
The rose, in a desert, stood with grace,
Her petals aglow, in that sacred place.
She missed her prince, with every dawn,
Her love for him, eternally drawn.
Across the cosmos, they felt the ache,
A bond unbroken, no distance could break.
Through nebulae and cosmic dust,
Their love endured, in them, a must.
Each night, he gazed at the twinkling sky,
Searching for the rose, with a heartfelt sigh.
Each day, she swayed in the desert’s breeze,
Whispering love in the rustling trees.
Time passed, like sand through an hourglass,
Their love, a flame, it did not surpass.
One fateful night, their souls aligned,
In dreams, their spirits intertwined.
He saw her bloom, under moonlight’s grace,
She felt his presence, in that vast space.
Their love, a beacon, in the dark they’d find,
A cosmic love, eternally entwined.
Though galaxies apart, their hearts unite,
In dreams, they dance, in the silent night.
The rose and little prince, forever to miss,
Yet bound by love, in the starry abyss.
In the tapestry of the universe, they’re weaved,
Two hearts in love, forever believed.
For in the vast expanse of time and space,
Their love endures, an eternal embrace.