Crystal eyes , wet cheeks...
My happiness is gone .
Searing pain , aching heart ...
She's gone.
A faded girl from the past
Is gone
"Mother the crows are beautiful
I want to fly with them
But why can't i?."
A rusty hand holds
My aching heart
And my dearest rose is gone.
YOU ARE READING
Roses (A Poetry Book)
PoésieRoses growing over a grave , A heart broken .... Tears flowing.
