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By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2007 Feb 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.21.20.42.10436]] |
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The past is gone now, like the children of summer, whose sweet breath drifted long ago. The colors are gone now, ivory bare fields sweep the distance. All is barren and aching with cold. I too have lost that supple sweetness, that marked my life like perfume on a rose. The salted rain has passed now and dried in dusted grains, blown far away with a single, whispered, kiss. I no longer mourn the frosted death, the flowers are safe in my memory. You are tucked safely away with them in their eternal bed of satin and marble. Clear marble to mark our love, etched with those three sacred words, always and forever.... |