Roma sub Rosa

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I handed the worde this way,
Because the climat isn't favourable,
I couldn't take care myself, but..

The old home town looks the same,
I feel like earlier the same way.(I feel You)

As I step down from the step my mind,
And there to meet me my dream.
Down the road I look, and there?
-Stays Rose;
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
It's good to think about her.

I have been at the shop,
To buy some sweets recently;
Shall I tell you, how does it taste?
-No Name.

Suddenly, when I went between the trees,
Full of blooms on theirs tops;
I saw a movement behind the branches,
But it was no that One-Girl,
I was been thinking about.

Jar of jam, made out of rose's petals,
Tastelees without Rose.

I don't pretended that is was true;
I stay at the same place,
Only my thoughts are not the same.

I made up my mind, I chose;
I sat in the shade of myself, and know,
I know..

Rose will be able to swim at other seaside,
Seaside my dreams, with me, that come, I suppose;
I know, and I believe still at it.

You are attend an all my efforts,
And You know.
But only one way towards to the Gate,
Only one key, only one Gate,
I know, and will
-remember.


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LSD => Love Spirals Downwards 'Temporary'

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Musk Rose

Clouds, wind and silence,
rotating love through time;
Tears after overkill,
reversing all my love.

Something is changing,
growing in my mind,
Can't do a thing about it,
living normal live - Rose.

I must have been something enormous,
I would give anything to journey,
into time - Rose.

Water falling down,
a hundred meters,
Coloured by the Sun;

Rose is driving me about,
through fields of light,
Blinded by the Sun (I am)

I tried to inhale,
take a breath in;
The sole reason was
- in the face of You.

Once finished, the picture of You,
it was a riot of colours,
And I'm able to see, still,
- You, my Divine Rose.

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The soul of sole

rise and shine

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The Sun rose and the weather
turned blue,
The sky above was scattered
with smile,
Which was issued forth from Her.

Hovering the silk thread,
When the wind rising,
Then was fallen on Your hair,
Slightly tied with You.

In the privacy of my own
dreams,
Looking backward, looking into
Your eyes,
It made me clear, that
-I still entrance, thinking about Rose.

This weather should clear any moment
later,
It became me known, that
-You are my Rose.

I have no other course but to
do, like You know.
I intend to do something
What might You have known,
If You remember.

It was tough choice, but
You are aware;
Under the circumstances,
The days all gone, but
-I try to change a doom.

It was a fortnight since
Sunday, at dawn,
Despite I was still like
before;
It was not my place to
say so,
What I did, but so.

Tender loving care
- only Rose, You know me.

Ode to Nosey

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The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked,
and dry;
And there's that same thought
-in my mind,
That I used to dream on.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four green walls,that surround me,
And I realize, that I was only dreaming.

Round the clock, all year round,
I've worn my sense the other way round.

The sun had faded the curtaine,
Like the stroke of paintbrush;
However trival they may seem,
One thought filled me with a sense Of You
-Rose.

A growing belief that You
Had become inevitable,
Incessantly.

The winter stripped the blossoms bare,
A different tree now lines the streets,
Shaking its fists in the air...
But I'm still thinking about You,
-Rose.
And know...(as I dare say)

Fight the clouds,
be an inhaler;
(the remembrence of You - Rose)
Have no doubts,
Let them take You
On a voyage to another...

That will have been in about,
I'm sure, 12 months ago;
You was so incredibly beautiful,
But I didn't dare.

I couldn't dare,
But I ought to have, thinking
That I would be leading
a different life.

I didn't, and
You know, was aware of that.

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I don't sew without You, Rose, Albeit I.m conscious of, who You are.

[Gość: Jola]

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