Red Roses Make Me Cry
Emotional senses, roses whisper your goodbye
Roses make my eyes cry, my funeral flowers to you.
I smell them; the aroma, so beautiful, it fills the air.
I touch them; so perfect are they in every way.
I hear the silent message of love they sing.
I taste the bittersweet goodbye they whisper to you.
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About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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