The memory of the rose is forever etched within me
Its beauty will remain there after time provides a scar
Its unity unsurpassed except by the cold of winter
Which has wilted its fading reds before our eyes
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3 comments:
that's beautiful....the rose is my mom's fav flower....
now it's me that's reduced to tears....
So beautifully put hunni ,you are such a big part of me ,and I see the rose but the thorns have soften and fell off ,no matter what I love you
Thanks. :)
Sweet one, the latest poems have seemed to write themselves. You are a huge part of me too. That's where it comes from. You, us. Whatever tomorrow brings, no matter what I love you too.
So if the thorns have fallen off, does that mean we are not thorny anymore? LOL!
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