Scent of Roses



Scent of Roses

  He could still smell the scent of Roses

  As fragile as a Springs Rain

  Remembering all those Loving Moments

  Moments that will never happen again


  She left without a reason

  This unbearable pain in his chest

  All that's left is the scent of Roses

  The one and only Bittersweet Harvest


 © Daginne Aignend