Guitars and Rose petals falling in the Chill

We see each other
But we exchange only glances,
Words fall short
Of the path from you to me
And from me to you.

Nothing can bridge this rift
Except for the lazy strum of guitars
With a slow rhythm that mocks
Our speed.

And the careful wind blows down
Showers of white rose petals
And as they fall soft
I fall hard
For you.

Guitars and Rose petals falling in the Chill

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