Roses are red and violets blue
But they perish.
You and I, we stay true.
That's what he said,
Before I went to the clouds.
Now I cry on his shoulders and yet he feels me not.
Do you feel my presence???
Because I'm not completely gone.
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
