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My Memory Of Red Roses And Love Letter Of My Youth
When I see red roses
I remind of bloody sunsets
That is frozen in green field
I see those petals like tongues
Burning like flames under pressure
Its passion cannot explained in words
And its smell like fresh wind from the East
I envy with star and love it the most
Each beauty is sealed like love letter
From a boyhood and girlhood of neighbors
Where love sticker is the seal on the letter
And a pair of chocolate adorn with a rose
I see this memory once my youth of prime
The experience of love letter and love itself.
Copyright ©
Hugo Sarvida Jr.
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