A misty morn...
Amongst her feet black roses lay
Lyk corpses deep within the ground...
A Friend passed on...
Tears fall in disbelief holding, grasping onto his lifeless body...
A sudden chill shot through her spin...
A distant figure fades away as her lovers spirit began to wine
The roses suddenly grew red! ! ! It was as if they had become alive...
Soft and sheer they felt...
It was him...
Saying I’ll always be with you...
A sudden breeze with a painful cold kiss! ! ended her goodbye’s!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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