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Bonjour! ![]() Hello and welcome to my blog I pour my heart and thoughts here Pardon my words ![]() ![]() |
Hearts Water drenched surroundings yet dry sorrow falls Exquisite garden of hope grows daily One healthy young rose traded for death of the other Happy cycles remembered least For pain is the king of memories Rose starves for blooming with pleasure, But efforts are sold for a cheap price How sad it is being a fact Shoot starts to appear in a pleasant morning Therefore the cycle of the rose begins again. for those of you who don't understand. -this is a poem i used to describe humanity's heart more likely that of a woman with a rose- |