Far from the past
I was running away
All alone in the street
Not a shadow to follow
And I stumble on you.
The roses in my hand
Withered dried and died
Still holding on together
Though in pieces as petals
And yes, I fall for you.
One by one it fell
As I let it off my hand
Finally an empty hand
In fact two, to hold you through
And I start with you.
A difference to make
Left no stone unturned
A rose for a change
That’s a way to start
And then I realized
That’s always been the start.
- Ju Ne
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