Grave

Mon, 10/07/2019 - 17:39 -- N1sand

Picking off the dying roses on your grave

I'm sorry that you couldn't be saved.

Maybe in the end times

or maybe even at the end of the line.

Where we might someday meet again.  

Though you are not here with me on this plain.

My memories of you will still remain.

So until we meet again my friend.

I will live for you till the end.

 

 

 

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