A ROSE IS ALL HE LEFT
A rose is all he left before he went away
she held the dried petals now in her hand
as tears rolled down her face
the scent still lingers in her brain
and she begins to smile
memories of him come back for a while
making her caress softly his pictures
then admiring it again sadly
still hopeful sighs loudly and says,
"I keep waiting for you my love, I believe in you"!
a rose is all he left but to her those dried petals
are a promise he made,
helping her look forward to tomorrow...
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