Mess with the time
stopped on a dime
Roll with the flow
As they go in our soul
In our skin and our sin
A measure akin to life
A tear for my wife
A merit for her life
flowers of her memories
And memories of her scent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very well penned write with a great melody and rhymes! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! Your talent is quite obvious in this short but powerful write! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City!