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Sep 2016
The moonlight milky and pale
Reflected in her eyes.
Noticing the tears yet unshed.
As in her saddened heart
A single white rose
Bloomed in the precious
fertile ground.
That was all that was left
Of the love he gave to her.
perhaps love never really dies
But lives in a long sleep
Inside the human heart.
Occasionally awakening
To send us a flower
Made of memories.
Jude
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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