Love-rose.

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Your love is a “red red rose”,
I saw the flower,ignored the thorn
It pierced my finger,my heart,what matters?
The red rose,my fresh blood,
“drop,drop,drop!”
I put it,sandwiched in a thick book
Years past and your love?
Oh! It isn’t the same “red red rose”
I opened the book,found it
Old rose brown,wrinkled,
Colours all faded and dead,
This is why you gave me?
Your love so easily withered,
Better if you had gifted me
A stone or a pebble.
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Published by Timeandreflections

I am a student, a girl in her twenties, writing for herself. A mind burdened with thoughts is lightened with words. Some people speak out while others write and I belong to the second category. I write reflecting upon the time past or present. The continuous time which sometimes make us forget our age. writing while reflecting is the best thing that people in love with words can do and I wish to write about the time and reflections as perceived by me - the time and the world around me and its reflections through my eyes. Instagram @pr_timeandreflections

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