Winter winds..Reminds me of the freshly bloomed roses..
Cold winds brushing my skin..
Goosebumps covering the soul..
A long way since the roses bloomed..
And now,
They lie in between the pages of my book..
Dead..
Once colourful..
Now dull like the words of mine painted by the ink..
♡..Writer_JP
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Lost Words
Poetry" Unexpressed words that ended up in the pages of my book.." ♡..Writer_JP Credit for all the images used goes to the respective owners