Ghostly Rose’s


A phantom perfume lingers in the air,
a soft petal mist like and cold touched my skin, leaving a shiver down my spine.

I miss my rose’s
they were so divine.

They sat in my window until it was there time.

Now I have pressed flower’s
between the page’s of my favorite book.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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