The Yellow Rose

Do you remember, a year ago You gave me a bright yellow rose? It was adorned with morning dew From your garden,fresh and new On the day of the first anniversary Of our friendship that looked so merry; That yellow rose, I received with pure joy Excited like a child with a shiny toy, In …

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The Gift

The gift that was once dear and priceless,  Now remains a warning relic of betrayal;  The reminder of a friendship, loveless It stands as a symbol of my devastating trial, The wounds of which have healed almost well, Forgiveness having stayed to ring its kindly bell. - ©Surya Ramachandran  Devastation Featured Image : Gifts by Jennifer C. (CC BY …

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