Those precious roses inside I've hidden,
The days of glorious mist and bright sun.
To them a fleeting goodbye I've bidden.
The days we smiled, time surely be golden,
No care did we have other than for fun.
Those precious roses inside I've hidden.
Screamed and laughed, so bright were as children.
Then came today with a shot of a gun.
To them a fleeting goodbye I've bidden.
Time has changed, a truth be so certain,
and the time took be such anon!
Those precious roses inside I've hidden.
Stars shooting- It comes back like wild vision.
Now I write sitting here with my pen.
To them a fleeting goodbye I've bidden.
But dream it may be of (such!) soft affection.
Then come again in the summer sun- for
Those precious roses inside I've hidden.
To them a fleeting goodbye I've bidden
-9th March 2019
YOU ARE READING
TURQUOISE
PoetryPoetry, except for the fact the writer isn't a poet. Still, who know? Maybe you'll like it. I put in a lot of effort, why not give it a try? Cover by @NattKuznetsov
