There he stood
To watch her lay
As he did before
Skin so soft, incomparable to rose petals
Diving into a sea of lust
In his arms she lay
Eyes sealed with a kiss
Warmth, peaceful will all
There he stands
He watched her lay
Within deepen sleep
She lay alone with withering roses
He placed one with her that day
As he watched them lower her down
Now he would long forever














Comments
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You can never let go of your past.................because the past never lets go..........
But I like that it does not really have to do with me just a moment in time.
~Ayasha
Very nice piece.
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~ That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die. ~
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