Posted in of the heart, poetry



I watch your every breath
Praying it won’t be the last
Trying to memorize every bit of you
Terrified I might forget-
but, alas…


I see you slip away-

Off atop cotton sails
Guided by heralds
You dance towards your star in tiptoes.

Tell me…
isn’t there any way to keep you?

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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