Red

Red

 

One lone rose

at the turning of the year

 

one lone rose

red for the love we bore.

 

One lone rose

my garden grows for us

 

hid in piles of rotting leaves

tree black fingers point

 

at perpetual grey.

 

I dream more of sleep

than love these days.

 

One red rose this day

bleeds its life for you, for me.

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