5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

Closing her eyes, her life is played by a different tune
Another strand has been woven, another place opened
In her heart, the garden to her soul
So many flowers have been planted there
And yet..another rose has been placed by her own hands
Not yellow...not red...not even softest pink
A white rose, gentle as the spring breeze
It reaches for the sun, drinking it all in
And she watches it grow, pronounced when they close
And in her dreams she sees him, coming closer
He who knows all, he who knows what shall become
Another path not beaten back by others before her
Shall she once again take a step into the unknown?

Edit: *clicks post count on thread and blinks* When the heck did I get 82 posts? 0_o