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The Only Red Rose On A Bush…

I am walking on the same path,
Which was once full of green leaves.
But now I am kicking the dried leaves
To find any green leaf that witnessed our love.
The place is so cold and quiet, no whistling of breeze,
Maybe our warm love is still hiding under these dry leaves.
My search will never give up to find that dry bush,
That witnessed our love with that only one red rose on it…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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