Red rose, red peddles
She falls, and finds her way into his arm
And he grabs her, lift her higher and higher
They dance…
Turns then turns, she turns and he swings
He swings, and swings, she turns and turns
a perfect dance
I'm jealous of their perfect dance
two strangers just meet and they start dancing
And I grew jealous
Because they are children, although older than I
I felt hurt, I felt shame
They just met, yet beautiful couple they make
How do they know?
Where to go?
How to get there?
The wind whispers and swirls and swirls
A small twister appears and lifts the leaves…
They twirl and twirl and then stopped…
When the peddle fell from the rose, it appears
Lifts her higher and they danced
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- Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world
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