Today I saw a flock of roses
~white, as they were~
I gently lifted the most beautiful of them
with cupped hands
~so as no to let it fly away~
I, gingerly watching,
saw one small feather drift downcast,
and another,
and another,
until I, steadfast, and my quiet bird
were surrounded
by a snow
that fell like flowers 'round a coffin
in the wintertime.
Feather after feather.
Petal after petal.
Like smooth cream--I savored every bite.
But a cold wind blew the snow away,
and I found myself
with a bleeding dove, (a rose?)
and one last petal.
He loves me not.
~white, as they were~
I gently lifted the most beautiful of them
with cupped hands
~so as no to let it fly away~
I, gingerly watching,
saw one small feather drift downcast,
and another,
and another,
until I, steadfast, and my quiet bird
were surrounded
by a snow
that fell like flowers 'round a coffin
in the wintertime.
Feather after feather.
Petal after petal.
Like smooth cream--I savored every bite.
But a cold wind blew the snow away,
and I found myself
with a bleeding dove, (a rose?)
and one last petal.
He loves me not.
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