Tuesday rose.

Sustain the morning of your soul
In the deep blue shades of my afterglow

I will cease to exist
Will not be seen

Will not be heard
Only my words will show

What was
Tied up
What was

What was
Now isn’t
Still it remains
In the form it once occurred.

Its at the beginning
When I first met you

I was a baby crawling
Now I am a woman
And you are to.

Lavender in our misty soul.

Sleep in daily chores.
Days in sleepy rows.

You are my presence
The stunning glow.

I am your child
A witch
And more.

I could be a river
Or the wind

Whatever you are more passionate about.

You’re rose.


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