On the ground
there are dried petals,
they're from the red roses I gave you,
and they remain there
like symbols of past lives
droplets of tears shed
signs of times gone by
the dry, crackling petals,
are old sheets of paper, delicate,
to whom time has applied its law
as to us.
They are reminiscents of nature
now gone
these dry peta…
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