Essence Of A Life When One Has A Dying Heart Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Essence Of A Life When One Has A Dying Heart



The essence where the time does fly,
when I cry under the tree,
depending from the hopeless rope,
when the leaves dare not to die.
Abundance of all the things I'm thinking,
and a holiday of love ahead,
I guess the flowers turning rustic makes me smile,
the ESSENCE!

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