Burning FlowersA Poem by Lori Carlson
She sits by the roadside,
Tears cascading down her pale face
With flowers in one hand and a lighter in the other
She sets each petal aflame
Eyes stone cold she stares at her deed
Watching flames rise and fall
Until all that is left is ashes
Farewell, farewell, she murmurs
As she throws the ashes to the wind
A sacred rite to end this love
She'll not be enchanted again.
© 2013 Lori Carlson
Added on May 19, 2011
Last Updated on May 23, 2013
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