I preserved a rose
In the time's crystals, a delight
Waiting time to be right
But love still grows
Time still goes,
Time may not be bright
But love is a right
It still flows
Time knows,
What love shows
Time may not be correct
But love itself is perfect
And the rose knows,
To whom love belongs
Time flies, moments fleet
But love waits, itself sweet
- Salvia.S
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Interesting
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