"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Faded Crimson

The bloom on the rose has wilted
Beauty’s gift given
Petals lay on the ground
A faded crimson memory
Of bouquet’s allure


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