Roses of Time

Roses from a magical time..
Tied in a pretty bundle
with lace ribbon wrapped round.
Dried
Trying to suspend time
but time goes by..
Their petals weeping
swirling to the floor
One
By
One
Falling
Silently whispering of memories, past.
Barely holding on
to a love uncompared.
Dried up tears
of sorrows and joys.
Waiting for that someday
when with fresh roses
love will appear.

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