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In a dream
they told me
my rose had died on the sill.
I had forgotten it.
It had a long and painful demise
watching the water fall down outside.
When I woke I didn’t notice,
but when I laid down at dusk
there it was,
glaring at me,
with the rain falling down behind it.
So I will write this,
and give it water,
and never forget again.
| very very interesting o.O i enjoyed this piece and i'm going over ir and over it again trying to comprehend... it's coming to me in small bits... The rose dies as it watches its "salvation" fall mere inches away... and yet the one it relys on to feed it neglects it, when all it has to do is be moved out the window... because of this mistreatment the rose haunts you in the night to remind you that you need to take the time and make the the effort... because sometimes even the smallest actions can save a life...|
Ok, so that's what i got from it i hope i was somewhere close... I'm givin this two thumbs up and a hell yeah... I'd like to hear your side of the story now that i gave you mine... Take care my friend and i hope to hear from you... fell free to check out some of my work... Adios! Travis
|| Posted on 2004-11-30 00:00:00 | by Mwa Ha Ha Ha Ha | [ Reply to This ] |