Sunday, March 30, 2008

Dead Rose, Dead Romance

I took this photograph of roseImage from WikipediaDry, brittle petals
Fragrance faded like your love
Dead rose, dead romance

Not sure why I wrote this . . . the only person I would really ever count as the love of my life didn't leave me totally devastated. . . I guess it's because I am staring at these roses that I dried and kept as decoration - but these roses are from various occasions: my sister's college graduation, get-well bouquets when I was going through cancer treatment. No flowers from past loves.

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