Thursday, April 24, 2008

"Roses"

A balcony full of roses
Is like your sweet love for me.
They smile and astound,
Blush when they are admired,
Tenderly holding my breath.


Then one day in all suddenness
The roses I no longer see.
Since you are not around
The flowers grow sad and tired,
And they miss you to death.

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