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Some Roses Fly

Some Roses Fly

There aren't many things
To smile at in this world 
But at least you can look at the sky
After waves of pressure weigh down
And your feelings,
Heavy like the burdens
On your shoulders are scattered
Like rose petals,
When the world is so dark
That you can't see into tomorrow,
You lie face down in a garden
Of roses that have long since
Bloomed and died off,
After all that you see in life
Becomes a lie
In a tragic one sided love story
You sit at the edge
Trying to smoke
Your problems away
Just think
There aren't many things
To smile at in this world
But at least you can look at the sky

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Never Unknown

another great and inspiring write by you big bro, dont think i can ever measure up to your talent

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Curious Onlooker

Of course you can and I have every expectation that you will, just don't let your guard down as you improve because I have no plans of holding back, thanks J
Curious Onlooker

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sparrowsong

Curious It is amazing what we can see...

It definitely does make the World go quiet...

Love this...

Thank You for sharing my friend...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Curious Onlooker

And thank you as well sparrow for stopping by to see a friend :)
CO

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