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Red Roses
Red roses slipped from his hands,
Fell all down the velvet steps.
Enfeebled by the agony of cold night,
he was drowned in sorrowful memories.
His hands shivered with shock.
Eyes soaked with tears.
Where did the beauty of love fade?
without signs, without words.
Perhaps over time the roses will loose fragrance,
imprints of bare foot would perish them.
But not the purity of his love,
for his love is never transient, never fake.
© nandanas
Fell all down the velvet steps.
Enfeebled by the agony of cold night,
he was drowned in sorrowful memories.
His hands shivered with shock.
Eyes soaked with tears.
Where did the beauty of love fade?
without signs, without words.
Perhaps over time the roses will loose fragrance,
imprints of bare foot would perish them.
But not the purity of his love,
for his love is never transient, never fake.
© nandanas
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