Just a Rose Pt2
Call it my bad luck or his
But who has ever escaped the fate
And it's consequences that always endures
"Duty calls my dear, I must obey
But I know you won't forget me,
I shall always think of you though far away
Though war may take me far away.
And, and !
Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget to take
Out of my pocket, the rose red."
With tears in my eyes, I heard
Every word
While I hugged him hard.
For I never could apprehend
It were his last words.
Now here I stand
In front of your grave.
I stood near his corpse.
His fragrant body odour gradually
Mixed with the earth's pungent scent.
I kissed his cold forehead
And let him sleep in the deep soil bed.
The rose had lost all its delicacy
So did my mind.
And now after the time
As long as he lived,
His memories still remain
My happiest pain.
When people ask me
"Your favourite bookmark?"
"This"
I smile with tears in my eyes
And show them
The dried rose.
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