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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