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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

Wolfgang H.

Wolfgang H.

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.
Wolfgang H.

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