There is a flow of life
Through my veins.
Like water in the sea,
It flows ceaselessly,
Like the breeze
In the morning,
It blows unrestrained;
The memories are
Intertwined and deep,
They are as fresh as
The roses of my heart!
My life mixes with
The aroma of roses…
Sweet, seductive aroma,
Whole and live, clean and fit;
…can remove,
Gripping and flowing fervently
…gentle as it blows…
it's the rose…that's my life…
Ever rosy, the aroma divine,
The feel concrete!
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