The Rose
I keep loving again.
Hearts collapse, bursts like the
Big bombs of destroyed
Countries...
Memories of sickening roses,
Rotting petals and stinging bees do
Not convince me against
The pain. The years
And cold nights live deep in
The tears across my face.
They redden my eyes, yet
I keep on loving,
Because I live to love.
Hearts collapse, bursts like the
Big bombs of destroyed
Countries...
Memories of sickening roses,
Rotting petals and stinging bees do
Not convince me against
The pain. The years
And cold nights live deep in
The tears across my face.
They redden my eyes, yet
I keep on loving,
Because I live to love.
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