Roses for your memories,
scattered with glee at a New York curb,
shower of petals
drifting gently down
upon a soft small face in a carriage,
a toddler pulling a tricycle,
a young child skipping past the Coca-Cola playground,
ice cream dripping on a park bench,
legs dangling.
Roses, fresh and blooming,
roses, pure,
roses, innocent,
roses, bursting with color and life.
Roses, sweet roses, for your
memories.
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