
I am a still
bright thing.
A teacup
with a crack.
Yesterday’s newspaper,
folded, neat.
A full-blown rose
losing petals
but still crimson
at the heart.
I am a still
bright thing.
A teacup
with a crack.
Yesterday’s newspaper,
folded, neat.
A full-blown rose
losing petals
but still crimson
at the heart.
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So simple, yet delicately complex. I love roses at every stage. ❤️
Beautiful! Both you and the poem! ❤️
Beautiful. As always.
Yes, you are and will always be