Blood on the rosesA Poem by Milena GruborWhen your shadows rotts away like a rose, A cold wind blows with a first snow, But in the cold winter night you appear bfore my eyes, But when I try to touch you ,your skin turns into dust,
I'm left alone with this burden heart, addicted to your sweetness that had to die, Love flowers in a spring time, October takking a warm shine,
In the winter the rose leaves it's thorn, The blood runs cold, I close my eyes and see, The blood onthe roses,
I keep only memories of an olden days, Now when the things have changed, Once dreaming of a perfect beach,of a perfect sky, Now separated between death and life © 2015 Milena Grubor |
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