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the evolution of a year passed
still the endeavor set
burns clear, imprinted
on the inpenetrable memory lane
dust has aged the pictures
paper crumples in sight of time
and yet the print never runs away
and memory still picks it up with great accuracy
memory bids that we were together
on that blurred blue sky
memory says that you spoke of roses
sweet and clear on that christmas night
wheels have turned a full cycle
on where your rose for me is now buried
alongside mine, yet mine, is still up on the ground
blooming, every minute of everyday
we parted ways, without never knowing why
we tore our hearts, without never wondering why
yet i wonder, always asking the question
do you still have the rose i gave you?
i know i still have yours
(rose is equivalent to love. in essence, in this poem, rose is love, so when i say rose, it actually means love)
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