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By Carrie Smtih Submitted by koodles Date: 2001 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.21.12.06.14182]] |
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I see a rose wilting away and I remember how beautiful it was once before. A pedal falls off adn what was once so soft and exuberant now crubles as I cluth it close to my heart. Erraticly I weep with sadness. I was irate with the frost that killed a flower with such beauty. Even though i knew another flower would grow in tis place, I flet the pain it went through. I felt it with my heart. As if it was not a flower at all but a friend that had wilted away from the coldness of another's heart. That heart wich was given and taken back. So that which blooms and dies and falls to the ground. For one who cares none at all, to pass by and see. To suddenly weep openly from their heart at a pedal fallen on the ground from a beautiful rose. |