It Happened On a Misty Morning
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
Memories bloom like flowers anew
inside this heart of mine who knew
That every trace of her still here
brings back the scent of her veneer
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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