I stroll along the lively riverbank
With a rose within my grasp;
Loosely, I let it go with my face completely blank
Void of emotions but filled with thoughts of time that has lasped.
Was it not this day, one year ago when you told me
How much the flowers glow when I smile?
Was it not at this hour, when you looked at me
With loving eyes that never left mine?
The petals dance among the winds as they gently fall;
They once enchanted me many years ago.
I pick up the rose, and start plucking out the petals
With thoughts that dulled the springtime glow.
What is spring when my voice cannot reach you?
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With a rose within my grasp;
Loosely, I let it go with my face completely blank
Void of emotions but filled with thoughts of time that has lasped.
Was it not this day, one year ago when you told me
How much the flowers glow when I smile?
Was it not at this hour, when you looked at me
With loving eyes that never left mine?
The petals dance among the winds as they gently fall;
They once enchanted me many years ago.
I pick up the rose, and start plucking out the petals
With thoughts that dulled the springtime glow.
What is spring when my voice cannot reach you?
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Hi! So I just made a random poem today... and it was surprisingly made out of thin air! :O
