By Sati
Date: 2002 Jan 18
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Questions

Holding a rose
Between my fingertips
Shaking in the sun
If I concentrate
Can I freeze this moment?
So perfect
As the bud opens
Don't blink
Grasped so lightly
In a flash
The petals fall
Swept away in the wind
Thorns poke deeply
Released
Tears of red cry out
Gasp for a breath
Tremors cease my body
No answers
Just endless questions
No tears
For it is gone
But was it ever really there?