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My Roses

Roses, the flower, or is it love?

By Agnes LaurensPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
My Roses
Photo by LoboStudio Hamburg on Unsplash

Smelling these Roses

Outside the garden

At the wall of the house

Never ending these stories

Talked the way out of my brain

Now this works like me

Turning these moves

Cut it later the day

Why they will grow

Again, now, maybe

What the outcome is

Should be paired with

That, the smell

The taste

Red, white

Paired with wine

White or red

The colour is not relevant

Talking

Walking

Standing

Moments together

Moments apart

Holding the moment

Stories from them

Stories from him

Stories from her

What are My Roses

Roses from the love

In the garden, in life

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Agnes Laurens

Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.

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