Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith
Gift of Life
I pick a white rose:
full of dew drops,
fragrances of mountain breeze,
place it in a vase,
set it in my windowsill,
petals of fine silk.
I return later in the day,
no energy, petals curled--
the dead rose--
awakens my fleeting life.
Our bodies wither and age--
the lively plant is precious.
full of dew drops,
fragrances of mountain breeze,
place it in a vase,
set it in my windowsill,
petals of fine silk.
I return later in the day,
no energy, petals curled--
the dead rose--
awakens my fleeting life.
Our bodies wither and age--
the lively plant is precious.
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Gift of Life
Gift of Life