Novels hold the only romance…

Sunset almost over

sun’s going down on a forgotten day
do you still believe passing chance?
time flies by us on some empty street
novels hold the only romance

sometimes we wonder how it feels
to be a rose among the thorns
though we try to deflect the knife
still like sheep, we end up shorn…
(Copyright 06-04-13)

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