ponder in anguish


When the radiant yellow sun
of the morning glows,
and as the smell of colorful
Petals along with the
Breeze of down blows.

Then shall I with the taught of
your face on the ground
lie in despair so low,
Around many memories
do my thoughts flow.

I ponder in anguish when
those lips so red as
if they were of red Petunias
made, shall be in union
with mine in a shade.

As time passes unknown
to us, at all; does it fade,
I wish the perfect moments
of romance are not just
fantasies in my mind replayed.

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