A bright morning
I opened my door
Didn't found anyone
But just a red rose
Very lonely and alone
I took it to my room
Wondering who kept it there
Assuming the colour
Dark red
Red as blood
Deep as ocean
Gentle as touch
Pure as love
It doesn't matter who kept it
Only matters was love
May be a day will come
When I'll meet that someone
With a red rose
Standing on my door
At that bright morning
Again.
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Dreams
Poetrythis poems containa epic chemistry of the the couple who are far from each other but still have a power to survive in the love of the beloved, also the poems have those chemistry to show the decier of a lover when he/she will be saying something to...
