Alas my rose <br /> <br />Stole my youth years <br />I love the hands were <br />Happened to me does not smell roses <br />Alas Alas rose my rose <br />I do not know my carpet what happens when <br /> <br />I've been nomadic cranes <br />I had ants on the road <br />I remember one dear <br />Alas Alas rose rose <br />Did not hurt me cruel... <br /> <br />Weird strange world <br />I got called in Konya <br />Shabby wrote my tag <br />Oh, my dear rose rose <br />Was not keep my hands, slice.. <br /> <br />Ince waist, did not hold <br />friend not formed into the hands of <br />I do not get Muradiye <br />Rose Alas, alas rose <br />My arm was broken wings.. <br /> <br />sabit ince Kayseri 05/10/2012<br /><br />sabit ince<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alas-my-rose/
