The Withered Rose

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The Withered Rose

In my hand is the most colorful:
Magenta, pink, yellow, golden, brown, and
Many other unnamed
Out of this once scarlet body

Now all the colors
Are weaving together
Upon the calling of Death: a journey
Is not simplified by Simplicity. 

I put her down on the ground. 
No vases (my hand is simply another one) can be open enough
To hold her beauty and something called
Life and Death.
 
 
07/17/2006

 

 


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