Nov 2014
a dozen red roses
now carefully dried
bound by a single strand
of purple lace
perhaps a memory
of a love gone by
no, not laid down
somewhere at eye level
but above
perhaps as a prayer
now carefully dried
bound by a single strand
of purple lace
perhaps a memory
of a love gone by
no, not laid down
somewhere at eye level
but above
perhaps as a prayer
(north georgia)
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