Red Roses

By inga borga hedvik

Red roses is a book about a long journey and how life parted two people who always wished never part and what you have left is only letters. But even at the end of the book they still did not found the way back to each other, it does not mean that they will not found each other again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: May 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483624402

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Copyright © 2013 by Inga Borga Hedvik.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4836-2439-6

                Ebook           978-1-4836-2440-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 04/10/2013

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i got this sun back and now white daisies are growing maybe you can not see them but they are blooming

old record player

very old but no

fanfars and only

white dove

decorations in moving play

old moving box

very old

marbles

an axe

wood

a swing

but only sound

and a sing seat

oak

camping in a mountains and a castle and a play there sandy copes very old castle and cellos play by the shore other instrument broken you only one arcade the floor the gates the lights

sound

swinging seat squealing metal thunder the rain doors birds wolf thousands and four letters

two elderly men were looking from the window into the sky eyes full of tears that is tough

first eden is a tale

second eden is a dream

third eden is a play

fourth eden is a card

fifth eden is endless

like birds stars

to fly

lullaby

tale

dream

a play

endless

one street to find one love to breath

one

persuadable

balcony

breath me in

shadows on the walls

chime bells

doors are opening squealing sand

somebody is writing

a power of women power medieval o men

her intuition and her torture to slave weakness to forgive in a field sand and one grows of something

windmill

truth

do not blame

close my eyes

if they met stop me now then

let me in let me and brake this glass and

that touches me of dripping waters squeaking

bones you hold me apart let me in let me in already clutched me in laying my seam brake this wall you have a smart heart and seethrough eyes but here is reality of the flower when i hold a satin of

your words that makes me dwell more upon the hills where waters flowing that creek to find the way and lay to fall as if a whisper something for someone for you

and him how old that grows into wrinkles in your heart i would like to cut those but it is growing in low low low a hole in a pram makes me think of something that i forgot

and it is a happy song we step there and

there i feel i will meet you soon again it is

a colour of blue blue of the sky this way le

tint your eyes or them tint me and though

just before we lose directions i bound to

tell it was sacred and was reeling my way now the ocean finds me down skipping

this wind the bridges took me on just

before we lose this way i i have to quilt she is down on me weeping her pain is nothing to lose now she is weeping my

grace when i gave her all i had now is

more true all so sacred and deep just

before we lose just before the bridges took me on now i am skipping this wind and it

is hard to breath though and you know

when i am alone i do not cry i cry only

with you to get you in this sail and fly fly away no longer we have to wait i am

crying to sink beside you but in your divinity in your sad you are wordless to compare you love

and we step the same ground can i fall beneath you walk on me within your love may we rise this sun does it blinds me or is this truth to see you walk on me in that way then you stop and you are leaving your glance down in me or is it my soul praying for this fall beneath i feel i am the one somehow to see is it that truth to see does it blinds me may we rise this sun may you rise me but when we die simply to say would be but i find empty line without address do we really care were birds fly to hide they still fly in my heart only now i am learning how to lose my wills just

because this is that kind of rain so dull to pronounce and easy to lose it again if you said that you do not know me though i know me myself confusion leaves empty doorways when you run like time presses my steps still standing the river you waded

my heart noone leaves a thing only you when you pass by

touch of your breath what did you say my love was spelling swearing for life to hide my fate am i walking beside my loss to hold you my loss and part again touch of your breath remains for me only the door to open if not to forget my loss to hold you my loss to part simple so simple to say but me and my sanity a story got to lay just below below this your satin words toss me awaiting no beside my loss to hold and my loss and to part again moving my lot so rather playhouse yellow fields dreaming in old scream nothing fills the same only you when you reach make me to see you make me to breath moving my lot change you in me that what was under my bed and you never came to see me or to say goodbye across stars but nothing fills the same only you when you reach me but do you think we understand those rivers and the seas no did so we go do we go the

same street full of passing motions do they move of you printing the sense sound of closed windows i rime a tune tune of the rain i though you were leaving after you touched me at first my soul i played of rain

did i know that did i see you did you hear

me though for real if you knew that i follow you you are following me deep read

my scream now i am flowing of rain what keeps me stay to begin when your eyes stood in my soul i am a rain you rain can you feel this silly of me like swan flew away but they stay in my heart

is it fear to fill the empty question they are

laying down the fall marching my loss lost

to say will i be here one time to feel how they fall on my back they fall deep like a

soul scream but tell me of life was it empty

was it framed spinning my wheel down

back and vanishing my heart pouring red glass is it a fear to fill in i

found the river making the flow simple to grow beside it is not easy it is not real you told me a line and i step on shaking and losing again it is not easy it is not real i found a river just out the way down did i forget did i forget to tell you so stay there it is not easy it is not real sipping waters because water does not kill so i left the

darkness and his stink found the peace just beside solemn oak built the village waiting now for you to land upon the summer blossom upon my bosom only beside my soul all the words they mean life all these shadows brakes me down bends to feel this breathing earth rain is praying me lord rain is praying me sheets upon my heart you brake me and you make me starvation losing my will makes them run breath me sun rays fill me fear to say wrong to do wrong i think i am a fear only to stay here fear to leave now of my heart who is

blowing your name so afraid if i never see you again but i will i will you still calling me the sun but you are a star for me look at the clouds do they know feel that we are looking at them they feel it i need to fly and tell them that i feel them because tears in my heart do not you go freezing away let me hold you more writings upon your skin drivers me apart shivering i am

braking down pressing my knees still running running the roads stop me now it is empty empty of you shivering so i see the sea i feel the ocean you sailed by me a bird above not a lovebird i am singing for you so can you tell me directions to step

the way you giving me

walls hold the spirit of old i need my feet to put upon raw ground beckoning you heard that how silly i am swinging through you yes i do make me feel better make me feel true filling everything of you filling all of you i am silly but i am floating of blue maybe i am merging i think i am like you

too blue swinging through you yes i do make me feel better make me feel true i am in blue i am blue of you back into the rain but they still swinging the seat of time last page to mark the dark and light the page to finish but they still swinging upon my head do they really i tint my colours i brake my sorrows i miss my summers but where could you be to fall beside together forever swing with time hold my love because i need if you need me last pages you formed my way to link the swing but i do not know how long ago you sat beside you are so

intense and that never ends i am waiting you say did you have a good time if you passed by you returned by but did you say it is not meant to be and you still love me and