The sun overhead burns bright
as the rose petals dry and fall
one
by
one
to the ground
the stem and leaves turn brown
shrivelled up
as the water evaporates into steam
cracking the earth beneath
a dying rose tells a thousand tales
of missed love and opportunities
for a better end.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments2
A fine write Katie. I can't see Kitty missing anything! heehee.
Brilliant!
decadently, so
thank you, dear Poet
(that one-by-one
was a lovely touch
and well reflected
by the italic, stunted
last few words..
really well executed
visual and form creativity
to your, as-ever
delightful poetry)
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