Roses
written by: Wolfgang H.
Roses were pink my love
Violets are blue
and if you go my love
I leave you too
Blue is the feeling
we both know well
that rocks the ceiling
and opens hell
But if the color
turns back to pink
we both can make it
I really think
I am an amateur writer of poetry and short fiction, mainly in German but also in English. I started writing at the feeble age of 53 years, that was three years ago.
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