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the roses cry for me
sitting alone in a colicky room
surrounded by blank canvases
all the real artist have gone the way
of the dinosaur
the roses cry for
me
the weight of love arriving
is crushing,
the weight of love leaving is
quietus
the roses cry for me
the sun is lead away by the
horizon taking its warmth
with it,
the chill aches the bones
perpetually
the roses cry for me
the past a beautiful song,
today a sorrow
so many yesterday's,
so few tomorrow's
the roses cry for me
youth runs like water
down a mountain
side after a
storm,
never understanding
how fast, or where
it's going
the roses cry for me
the roses cry for me
the roses
cry for
me
and in time
the roses will
cry for you
too
Published 24th Nov 2022
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I always say repetition drives the point home but the line:
“ so many yesterday's,
so few tomorrow's” is like heartbreak and enlightenment at the same time.
Great work
“ so many yesterday's,
so few tomorrow's” is like heartbreak and enlightenment at the same time.
Great work
5th Dec 2022 11:07pm
