Roses
Roses,
he gave her roses,
deep red roses,
every day
Roses
deep red roses,
in her hair
Roses for the closeness
she never felt
when he was near
Roses,
sweet roses,
soft petals
to dry her tears
Fading colours,
on deep red roses
for his breath
on her neck
One day she
picked the thorns
off her roses,
hid them in her hands.
felt his closeness as pain
in her warm palms,
and sent the roses
in return..
1997 © Ingvild Gregersen
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