A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 November 2011

The Single Rose

Standing tall,
With baby’s breath ,
The morning sun
Shining through the glass,

The children rush in,
She begins to teach
The period passes by,
And the first petal drops

Its lunch time now
The fresh water fills my glass
A few leaves fall, and disappear
The sun shifts again,
Leaving me in the shadows
And the second petal drops

From orange to pink
My  petals fade,
The sun sets,
The children go to sleep,
And the third  petal drops

My breath withers,
My petals droop,
And slowly fall from
My heightened stoop,
Like the moon beams
Coming down ,  they
Lay on the floor,
To stay there for evermore

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