My tears were hidden in tight buds
the warmth of Spring would not release
I watched the fading of your flower
Your dying left no room for peace
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Day after day a new bud opened released a tear from heartache's past now in my soul, a rose-scented bower the sweetest rose to bloom the last.........loved these lines. Nice expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
Sweet in its poignancy. When we learn to accept the lost hope blooms again. Well penned 10