Prelude
While I was a beautiful but fragile rose,
my dear, you were "a flowers lover"
so why did you squeeze me so tightly
until nothing remained but dried petals?
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Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
