” Rose, always rising…” 

Leaving behind the place with the high walls and the bright less windows,  she was

Leaving behind the place with the high walls and the bright less windows,  she was …

The light that was absent, the darkness discarded –  was giving away in her eyes.

Each obstacle was the figure of a sin, marking the track of the guilty. She emerged from the narrow street and started walking …  seeking  Absolution.

What is left behind dwells in the past – otherwise distorts vision, the sight.

Always she was afraid of the bridges, their bodies.

Where fresh joined post there was awe.

Similar to the admiration of birth, like a string of fresh-cut top …

Asking the Waters of the deepest oceans

She claimed to be Born again and they wished to her,  while caught in a circle:

” Rose, always rising…”