A white rose
its petals damp
hanging dewdrop
the fragrance sinks
a mixture of moisture
drowned in the mists
wandering mind, hopelessly
haunting the glorious of old days
memory lingers, the dream fades
whatsoever, it’s a lonesome!
Text and photo by Anastasia F. Lioe
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