White Rose

December 16, 2008
In a room with no physical walls,
She can stand but she always falls.
She is trapped in this place by chains so strong,
When you look at this picture you see something wrong.
She laughed and sang and sighed in content,
can you help but wonder what she really meant.
You could drown in those eyes with a depth so real,
but she didn't look,
could she really feel?
Her laugh was the ringing of a silver bell,
But her heart held a secret she would never tell.
She is fading and will be gone soon,
to fly with her spirit to the midnight moon.
As her eyes eternally close,
in her place is a single white rose.

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