The Rose is gone

Thu, 08/08/2013 - 16:31 -- Dioni


The Rose is gone, what happen to the Rose which come in every season your petal. Was always crutch together. What happen that I come outside and didn't see your eye' was lays there my lane of flame that spark my everyday. In the breeze of the afternoon I would smell your beautiful perfume. But now you are the Rose I can't reach. Thought you was the Rose I was destiny to meet.


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