A wilting, dying flower
Comes across my dying hour
With no love, I will expire
Not unlike a blackened rose
The pain inside my heart grows
The petals of the rose will fall
And I will say goodbye to all
.
.
A poem by Garry Ventura
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
A wilting, dying flower
Comes across my dying hour
With no love, I will expire
Not unlike a blackened rose
The pain inside my heart grows
The petals of the rose will fall
And I will say goodbye to all
.
.
A poem by Garry Ventura
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