Winds of Change
I was a rose cored inside your bosom
a verity of truth so seldom seen
place your hand on the spot where I blossomed
you'll feel the shiver of my petaleen
you were the gardener with the warmest touch
caressing my petals, you made me cry
each gentle kiss a floral scented sigh
thanks to my grower I grew up so much
Winds of change have blown and now you are gone
I'm just a dead flower, sitting on your lawn
Feeling the nip of a wintertime frost,
I realize just how much I have lost.
November 27, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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