The Roses On The Terrace


After Spanish Proverb
Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago,
When I was in my June, you in your May,
Two words, ‘My Rose,’ set all your face aglow,
And now that I am white and you are gray,
That blush of fifty years ago, my dear,
Blooms in the past, but close to me to-day,
As this red rose, which on our terrace here
Glows in the blue of fifty miles away. 

The Roses On The Terrace was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Wed, Jun 22, 2022


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