When the Roses Bloomed


we met on the day
the roses bloomed
breathtaking and
beautiful
like our blossoming
love
then came the winter’s
chill
and the roses
and our love
died
now the roses
are blooming
again
but they are
crying tears of dew
for me and you
and what should
have been
and i will always
miss you

bob boyd

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Bob Boyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023.

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