Smell of roses drift through the air
I remember the ones you sent before
There won't be any this year
As sad music plays in my ear
It's hard to know that you've gone
That were miles apart tonight
Sitting alone in my car
Feeling lonely, distant, ajar
The words were too hard to say
We needed to work on us
Commitment was asking too much
In step but out of touch
The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
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Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Roses
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