Death Of A Rose
A beautiful rose was placed…
striking... in a crystal vase
The ecstasy of its perfume
wafted about the room...
but...alas...it met its doom
The vase is empty now
and put back in its place
The rose’s beauty is gone
and I...now alone...
with the empty crystal vase...
contemplate its vacant space...
smelling still…the perfume...
that lingers...in this place...
©Faye Sizemore 3/13/04
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