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In a meadow, a boy
sat waiting for a girl.
She peered at him from the dark
forest. The boy stood tall, a rose
in hand. The two were mere children
who had spent days listening to music.
They loved each others music
the boy still waited as the girl
hesitated. She finally approached the boy
who still stood in the dark
before noticing the long stemmed rose.
Love was evident between the children.
They never liked being children.
Memories for the boy were very dark.
All that was good was preserved in the rose
The rose was spirituality for the girl
and peace for the boy was music.
The girl collected the rose from the caliginous boy.
In the presence of the young boy,
she watched his face grow dark
and grim when she, the girl,
spoke. “Do you remember when we were children?”
her mind still entranced by the rose
“Yes, we would lay here, in the meadow, and listen to music.”
The girl smiled for the old music
memory. Though she still had no dark
thoughts, she gazed at the boy
as he remembered when they were children.
The boy watched the effervescent girl
as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the rose.
Her hair lived as the same red as the rose
shining out of the dark
shadows that covered the boy
as the sun shined down on the girl.
Their voices rang like music
and their thoughts wandered like children
The girl yearned for the boy after the dark
swallowed his music and the children.
Now death may finally take the rose.