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Showing posts with label rouge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rouge. Show all posts
Hello Lady Red
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Like Petals
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
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