Rose Memory
by Gilbert Saenz | When warm breezes blow,
And Summer blue skies
Hold puffy white clouds
That slowly float by,
The roses glow a rich dark red,
The color of burgundy wine
Hanging on the green vines.
The notion of her smile
Was like one of those roses.
Many years had passed
Since they had said goodbye.
Her rose memory always returned
Whenever he saw the roses
Hanging on the green vines. | Gilbert Saenz
Copyright 2001 |
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