Fake Flowers in a CemeteryA Poem by LE BerryThe image of plastic flowers struck...Driving past stones of memories etched, too bright flowers catching corners eye. Illusion of death is a plastic fate, withering. Reality, a rose bush planted upon a grave, roots forever reaching even as petals fall. © 2018 LE BerryAuthor's Note
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