The Plight of the Rose

by Linda Lee Lyberg
Your memory is a wilting rose
Fraught with cold moonlight
Red petals weep in silent repose
Mourning its soul’s fated plight.

Fraught with the cold moonlight
When I ponder the rose’s demise
Mourning its soul’s fated plight
 As the dropping petals cry.

 

When I ponder the rose’s demise
In the stillness of a wintry eve
As the dropping petals cry
I finally let go and grieve.

In the stillness of a wintry eve
Red petals weep in silent repose
I finally let go and grieve
Your memory is a wilting rose.

Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
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