Saturday, October 24, 2009

Red Roses By Her Cheek



Red Roses By Her Cheek


pale white hands sweetly folded
red roses by her cheek
love has gone with summers end


rain against the window panes
weeps, weeps for such perfection
oh, please let her not lie in the dark
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Janet Jarrell said...

I like the repetition of please. Very sweet.

October 26, 2009 at 8:58 AM

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