Memories Of A Rose

November 10, 2008
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She presses the wilted rose
gently against her cheek.
The petals were once silky,
and the scent was once too sweet.
The flower may be dead, but a memory burns alive,
of a time when all she needed was, simply, love to survive.
But with the dawn of another day,
all time slowly ticks away,
and even that with no beginning
carries with it- eternal ending.

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Mid1996 said...
Jan. 10, 2013 at 9:15 pm
This is a very touching peice of work. Beautifully written!!
SuNshiNe007 said...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 7:50 am
Wow, this is beautiful! I love it, great Job! :) Keep up the great work!
anne.Brooke said...
Feb. 14, 2011 at 9:34 am
Ally25 said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 12:47 pm
This was great.Keep writing
Elle S. said...
May 19, 2009 at 11:17 pm
I honestly did like your poem. The symbols were great. Good job!
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