All the summer was here to measure the treasure I was gifted though getting used to the presence of a beautiful red rose next to me, I had nothing but a fore granted beauty in my eyes. The time passed to remind me the time to say goodbye.
How forgetful I was that couldn’t see these days ahead of mine!
Now the cool winds of fall are coming home to slap the feeling of solitude in my face.
My little rose has gone with the winds of the high mountains.
Will here come another spring to love again?!