As the sun rises and the breeze blows
The red roses that make me think of you
Sway with the sweet wind, the music of the world.
The thorns on these red roses
Remind me of you when you are angry.
The sweet smell of these red roses
Remind me of your breath on my cheek during hugs.
The soft petals on these red roses
Remind me of your silky hair: blonde, brown, black, red, white.
The sweet taste of these red roses on the breeze
Remind me of the taste of your never-ending love.
As the sun sets and the breeze dies
The red roses that make me think of you
Sway no more and rest, for another day is to come.
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Wild ride- A poem anthology
PuisiLife is a wild ride, this is a collection of poem written by yours truly. I hope you like them, I pour my feelings into every one of these. I have a LOT of them.
