Yellow rosesA Poem by Dreamerto my friend derry. Yellow roses, a symbol of friendshipSometimes We hear peaceful sound of a babbling brook Only to realize that it is the sound of the wind running through the trees, Disturbing us from a dream, That tricked us into staying under the ancient Willow tree.
Sometimes If you look up just in time, You catch that malicious grin from the wind, right in the center of your heart. Watching the long ago sayings of friendship being dragged away on its tail- prisoner.
Soon, Aren't we standing in the middle of a withering yellow rose field, rotting roots from Weeping Willow crying over head. Wondering if friendship was ever really a prisoner or a pawn. Preparing to bury in this field Our child like perception of how things should be (Goodbye Summer dreams)
-But sometimes (When God smiles on us) Things begin to stir When someone like you changes things from what they were. When Summer dreams, Become Summer memories. Knowing When we hear the soul stirring sound of a God given creation, It WILL be the sound of flowing waters. Uprooting weeping Willows, Bringing to life yellow roses blooming in the spring of our friendship.
In these experiences we learn, That friendship can never be a prisoner neither should it be a pawn. But when shared between the right people, It is a blessing from God.
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To derry :) © 2013 DreamerAuthor's Note
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Added on August 15, 2011Last Updated on September 22, 2013 AuthorDreamerPrivate, Trinidad and TobagoAboutguys pleaseeeeeeee send me a message introducing yourselves and pleaseeeee send me a message if you want me to read something. Im really trying to keep up with those Read Request okay. thankss :) more..Writing
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