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Black Roses Red

Gone with the wind
I am sure, Nowhere
To Go without you.
Without you, my red roses turned black

My Love for you is strong here,
but you are no longer here
I sit here looking at my shrub of roses
Not red, They are now black

when you left us here
No matter where we go
I think of The good times
when my roses were red

Now they turned black
I only say this now
my roses turned black without you
Return to me my love
And Turn My Black Roses Red.

poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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