Florescent Gales of Past

Florescent scents from our carousing days,Pervade my nose when thinking of a Rose I've plucked and,Let die.A Rose my heart held as a symbol of love,Now dead because of faith she couldn't see when looking into my watery eyes… And,It took a while to grow past the pain of Her loss,As my sunshine dimmed the... Continue Reading →

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