On the coastal city of Nouakchott..Amid the hustle and bustle of city life, a rose is born…
Inhabited in a dry desert with extremities of chilly winds by night and hot sun by day.. Blinded by the stinging clouds, formed by the blowing sand of the Sahara dunes. It remains strong.
Will it go unnoticed by the locals or does it take a wanderlust to appreciate it’s beauty? Is it born here to blush unseen and waste it’s sweet fragrance on the desert air?
Seeing it for the first time was “a love at first sight”. Yet not your typical love affair, but the love and tenderness are both there. It’s beauty passed through my shield and straight into my heart.
My gorgeous rose will eventually wither, will my tears ease off the loss?
“Don’t die now!” I whisper..”You still have time, it’s not the hour my sweet flower.”
But deep down I know that once withered, My rose and I will both be forgotten…