Gerardo L. Angulo - A Dying Rose

Mother, since you left this world
my life has not been the same
like a dying rose
that has not felt sun nor rain
My heart longs for healing
for sadness seems to be winning
Like a dying rose
happiness has become a stranger
to my soul
Like a dying rose
I await to see
what the future holds
Mother, whether I survive or not
I will always love you a lot
Life is precious like a rose
facing life tomorrow
will be difficult I suppose
Mother, could my life be
like a dying rose?

Gerardo L. Angulo

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