Sunday, March 6, 2011

mere rose.

Mere Rose

Mere rose, soft flower, you came so sweetly
Set on a table, profound and neatly
I lifted you high as I spun in fond laughter
But to my quickened eye, long tears followed after
My hand holds you still, but now, not the same
Tightly wound in despair, upon reading her name

photograph here

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