Wild Roses

by

Early in the morning,

I carried bundles of wild Roses,

for you in my arms.

As I passed through the river,

in my way to your home.

Flow of water became so distressing.

My arms lost their grips;

And, so their proficiency.

Roses were lost to flow.

Face of the river turned flamboyant,

for sometime .

I watched the Roses passed me by.

But, if you wish to smell the Roses?

Tonight, rest your face on my arms.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at WHERE THE MERMAIDS LIVE
by: T. J. Daniels
from: Janesville, WI, US

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