February 13, 2006


Getting a Rose
Isn't worth
Watching it die


Tar Aryndil said...

Very deep. Like a pond that devours souls because of its deepness. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but 'tis a sad poem.

Elindomiel said...

:P That day I threw out my flowers from Mrs. Desloge, and went to school only to receive a rose from Mrs. Schlarman. I carried it around all day and smelled it, but when I came home I tore it apart with my fingers. It almost hurt inside, but it a way it was better than the incontrollable forces of time slowly wilting the flower into nothingness. No, just a moment, the red petals staining your fingers, the scent filling the kitchen, then, nothing. Just a memory, always fresh.