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A SECRET HELD
 
Beyond the shadow of your grave,
Just lying there in wilted fray...
The crested beauty of a rose,
So simply placed in sweet repose.

The mem'ry of the times we shared,
Reluctant now to be repaired...
For lover's kiss and scent of wine,
A token of the ''happy times''.

Too soon the warmth of love grown cold,
Lies sullen now and shan't be told.
For what shall dawn with deaths' demise?
A secret held for mimes that cry.

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The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT challenge

By MissSharon

© 2019 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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