my conversation with a Rose

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I walk alone among the flowers, sometimes on the hills sometimes in the rosary,

one lonely afternoon in the garden,

a new born thorn stopped me to ask where was my lover,

as tears subside my eyes, washing my sorrow 

I answer with a smile because she is too young to know !

I pass by once more, but within deep sighs burn my broken heart.

Created: Jun 12, 2017


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