X marks the golden spot;
a real treasure can't be bought.
The pretty stars guided me
into the garden to see the beauty.
I found the game of wishes,
With a million roses.
I caressed the petals
that soon will sadly fall.
"Let us play the gamble—
color my vision that's dull."
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
