Petals of Love

She dances in a cemetery,
her dress so white and clean,
laughing, happy, and so merry,
the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

Her brown curls shine.
Her dress blows in the wind.
Her eyes meet mine,
and I know she's my friend.

Her silent peels of laughter,
make me giddy and bright.
She walks with nothing the matter,
and emitts her own special light.

She runs her fingetips along headstones.
She smiles and drops a flower,
On her very own bones.
She turns and it begins to shower,

petals of love.





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RoseOzera said...
Jan. 29, 2011 at 1:39 pm

wow. . . this is beautiful. i mean, wow, i don't know what to say. what inspired you to write this? did you really lose someone? your best friend? if so, im so sorry :,(

you are an amazing writer and i would feel honored if you would be willing to give me some insight on my piece out here. 'One Quiet Whisper' by RoseOzera.

 

thank you

 

 
FaithSnyder16 replied...
Feb. 4, 2011 at 8:17 pm
Thank you so much because you've been commenting so much and I LOVE IT!!!! I atually havent lost a friend but I had a dream like this and I've written a few peoms and short stories about it :))
 
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