when the roses lose
their color 🥀🍂
I stand at my window
and watch the roses
lose their color.
Still,
your memory stays vivid…
in the last light of evening,
in the quiet that follows,
in the ache I feel
when I think of you

when the roses lose
their color 🥀🍂
I stand at my window
and watch the roses
lose their color.
Still,
your memory stays vivid…
in the last light of evening,
in the quiet that follows,
in the ache I feel
when I think of you