treasured box

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    treasured box

     This red rose feels so wonderful to hold it near my heart

    I see the rose exploring my mind

     Its wonderful smell once fulfilled my soul

    Its shape reminds me of a heart that I once known

    Its red color resembles our blood

    Its freshness reminds me of your smile

    Its thorns are like the ones in my heart you left behind

    But in time I see this rose starting to die

     The rose only now reminds me of the love we once had

     The rose in time has dried and died

     I only save it to remind me how our love once was

    And I have it stored away in a treasured box.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    heartnsoul’s Poems (19)

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