Small words.

Roses,
Fallen,
Treaded and Wilted.
Wake Up and Bloom
Forever may come Soon.

Though I feel the shiver
That when you trace
The lines on my finger
Not knowing the pace
Hidden behind my whisper
In your eyes, no longer
Do I see my mirror.
Had it been there ever?

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