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a adăugat un sunet Creative Writing & Poetry

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The roses are dying again, As this seems most normal now. Drooping heads, a slow decay, Upon each fragile, fading bough. But they are the flower of love, A velvet touch, a crimson stain, The flower of beauty, brief and bright, A pleasure mixed with poignant pain. And even the flower of the lost, The ones who slipped beyond our hold, The departed souls, in memory kept, In stories...

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