Sweet blood red roses
Petals beneath the stream
Water flows across the amber
Of sudden swollen heaps
In the seeped furtile
As it eagers to give birth
To yet another bright and Shiney light
Across the wooden gaze
Where two lovers shall meet again.
-shakeswashere
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A string of time~~
PoetryAN. some poems that I've written in my life since I was a child. just wanted to share them with everyone. I hope you enjoy them. thank you😊🌼✌️
