Saturday, June 03, 2017

Good Morning Spring

When I rise
in the morning
I say hello
to the roses
slowly expiring
in my vase, still
loaded with mystery. They
wave their petals at me.
Still alive I see.
And I smile.
She dries them
to save a vestige of their tint
eternal in rose afterlife,
they do not wave back.


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