A rose of art

I open the door
step over the threshold
taking in a fresh breath of air
Then take my steps down
as I look around
at the old, lonely stairs to nowhere

My day begins
In accordance with love
Something I know, nothing about
But I do know this, that I'm amiss
And I'd rather be with than without

Lost without love
to encircle my life
I continue to search as I walk.
Along with Morns light
A feeling of blankness
It's tough to encompass the thought

Here I am, just walking down
the long and lonely streets of town
Searching for something
that I never had
But know if I find it
I'd know what I have

It's grayish today
a dissmel day at the most
The sun has been nigh in the sky
as the thick clouds pass over
It seems more like October
As gentle cool breezes pass by

There's a chill in the air
As it's just starting spring
I wonder as I walk
Where have all the flowers gone
Not here, not even a stalk

I still beg to ponder
Of how thy would be
with a beautiful flower in life
someone to nurture
Someone for me
To help with composing my strife

I say to myself,
They should at the least
Be some flowers that's crest
above the cold layden ground.
But no not one
Has even emerged
Not even a leaf have I found

As I turn the corner
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