Written by: Sandra Nguyen
Faded footsteps
From the old rose garden
On winter afternoons
When his soul is frozen
Forgotten petals
Tattered on icy hands
Faded fragrance
Of a wilted rose
Where is the old love song?
Of a rose bud
Lovely like the morning dew
On the pink silk wing
© 2019 Sandra Nguyen
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Such beautiful words.
Thank you so much Jill for visiting my website, and for your lovely comment. I appreciate it 💗