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White Roses
......White roses were fading,
beauteous blooms' life ended,
their last scent you expected,
petals your lips were braiding.
....Unspoken I walked in rain;
I suppose ardent flowers loved,
my course that winded curved,
along a song's whistled refrain.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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