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| THE ROSE My last orange rose blossomed late yesterday. She was a beautiful surprise, and sweet as the day. As her petals opened I began to think of you. Memories of our special times began to filter through. I remembered all the laughter, and some of the painful tears. I recalled all the love, and sharing of our hopes and fears. In my heart I know this is not a good- bye. Like the rose returns in the spring, somethings will never die. |
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| THE VIEW I saw the view from the other side. I felt the wind shift. I felt my heart and soul collide. I wondered why I was sent here. I was told I was ment to see. All I could do was shed a silent tear. In silence I listen to the night around me. It sang of happier days to come. I need to look deeper to truely begin to see. The windows of my soul will open to a new day. I will be able to feel the love once more that will stay. I will take this message that the night offered to me. I will remember it when my heart feels blind and can not see. |
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