A field of dead roses,
devoid of care.
Lovers beware,
for many broken hearts
rest unpeaceful there.
Victims of false fate,
aimless wanders,
maybe we all can relate.
You know, they say,
Don't open the gate.
Something about misery.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
