Dead Roses

Dead Roses

A Poem by Leslie Marie

deep plum, burnt red,
rest your head,
sleep

withered and strong,
at your base,
from time,
and time again,

laid to rest in beauty surrendered,
it remains,
strange

your scent remains,
capturing the essence,
of where you once resided

perpetual life,
through death,
eternity in a glass jar

© 2013 Leslie Marie


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Added on August 27, 2013
Last Updated on August 27, 2013

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Leslie Marie
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