Opening poem
poem
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Sitting on the park bench, I could see a bunch of roses bloom near Holding one of those in my hands, I waited for his sight and words to hear
On the distant horizon, I could see The rays of sun gleam by, as it set down But shivering with cold on this bench, I Kept hold of hope; he might have shown
Though Knew all along right from the start, It's not his heart I own; nor his crown But not to be his queen I ever loved But all my heart, my love he won
As rays of dawn swept through my face, Could feel my eyes fill up with tears With every gust of wind that had passed Was losing him; that built up my fears
The rose gave up, dried up; got torn Remained thorns that gave the pain Now all I wish is see him right here And wash away this painful strain
To come back to those days we lived Before it all starts getting weird again Before it all starts getting weird again.... #poems #poetry #love #poemsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poemsofig #rose #roseday #february #writersnepal