Aren't you tired?
Of all the things you've done to your family?
For the sacrifices,
And because of money,
Selfish desires,
You lost them.
When will you ever choose your family?
Over your selfishness.
Do you want to be happy?
Or you're happy even without your wife,
Son and daughter.
Aren't you tired?
Hurting us?
Is your love has to be bought?
So we can feel you?
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoésieRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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