a poem: roses & dust

a blooming field of smelling roses
pink, red and white

a sudden storm hitting the grounds unexpectedly
leaving nothing but dusty emptiness behind

have I ever smelled them?
were they ever beautiful?
were they ever there?

love conquers the deepest spheres of the heart
only to be splitting it in shatters
leaving us in doubt if ever it existed anywhere but in our imaginations

-your tiny woman in a giant world

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