Walking the Line

Long stemmed roses
Bottles of wine
Tiny little trinkets
From another place, another time
The chase is over
A new life begins
Feelings are the same
The warmth from within
Ages past
Living in a shell
Delicate on the inside
Protected from a hell
Longing to bloom
Forced to withdraw each time
Standing tall and proud
Walking the line


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