Leaving a bunch of roses
At the table,
Where I know you would come
To take a seat,
By the street ,

our rendezvous,
Where we had it

Leaving a bunch of my blooms
They are for you,
You can pluck the petals
Throw them into the salty breeze
Coming to you from seas

You can take them home
And at your living
You can put them,

You can press them
To your bosom

The thorns
Then may caress you,

They are mine,
Those hurts

And believe
They are not yours,


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