#941101 added September 26, 2018 at 1:14pm Restrictions: None
Uttering Our Rosebuds
If I start thinking about something
All the old feelings and musings come rushing back
But with a new twist,
Something new revealed as truth
To diminish the illusion.
Or,
Is it delusion that keeps me toying with
An unsolvable puzzle
We are not meant to understand
Only be entertained with
Until we die uttering our rosebuds in deathbeds.
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