I am still waiting for my rose - a romantic gesture from the Man of my life.
And waiting...
Waiting...
And waiting ...
Hour after hour, year after year....
Obviosly, I won't have it even after a decade. Or the other option is to hold the flower in my hands when they close my coffin .
Such an optimistic dream!
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