lee of the rose

roseShaking hands embrace with tender timidity;

brightly lit eyes betray her true residence in happiness.

She cries for comfort in silent rooms devoid of breath;

sunshine teases memories of stronger days.

Afraid to let go yet yearning for freedom,

she stares into the void beckoning for release.

Lovingly waving to her past, present and future,

she finds comfort in the lee of the rose.


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