They are still alive,
As red as my own blood.
They are as fresh
As your memory
Which I shall never
Forget, because, they
Taught me how to
Love, they keep me
Fresh always like
Your memory.
They are getting dry,
Mother wants to throw.
I forbid as I know,
They are your lost memory.
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The are things in life that remain stamped in your mind for an eternity, like that red rose! Like some type of love that hides deeply in your heart and mind! Beautifully crafted write that clearly shows your feeling and talent! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City