Roses,
Time imposes,
Truth.
I look at you
So beautiful.
Petals of youth
Velvet soft
Perfumed,
With the magnificence
Of Nature's secrets
And I cry
For your thorns
Show me
That life is sad
Akin to pain,
And life itself
Is slowly slain.
And now,
In the mirrors
Of Time
A slight breeze blows,
Life losses glow
The sadness grows,
Oh Rose,
Divine
No longer mine.
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Very nice Sandra, very nice!