Invisable me

July 19, 2010
The petals fall upon the ground
One by one, they make no sound
Soft as down, and white as snow
In the dark they seem to glow
Daylight comes and still they fall
But still my rose stands straight and tall
It does not wilt or wither down
Accepting fate without a frown
Day by day it's color fades
No longer white but dim and grey
The petals lose their texture;soft
And crumble from the slightest touch
The day has come, all petals shed
And stands alone a lonely stem
It's brilliance may no longer glow
Embrace the death of My White Rose

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Brisa said...
Apr. 22, 2012 at 7:01 pm
The words in that order is very poetic. I loved the description and in a way it gave it a texture, kind of like food, in this case it was a good thing
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