my journey with the roses

my journey with the roses

on the edge of the way i stopped to see,

roses grew in the wild and they show all of their beauty...

dancing with the wind and i don't know the ballet dance ,

my senses stirred my emotions in hope to teach...

but the looking got over my senses ,

and i became the victim of admiration.




Poetry by poet*salem
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Written on 2016-04-28 at 15:07

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shells
Enjoyed, glad you enjoyed the beauty, great final line.
2016-04-28


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