i am reading about the death of a rose <br />i am reflecting about <br />death of freedom <br />it is all about a rose, a wilting rose, a brown rose, <br />a dry rose <br />each petal falling softly on the ground <br />a dry ground full of sand and pebbles <br />all footprints covered <br />abandoned, i am talking <br /> <br />about the death of a rose, the death of the freedom of the rose <br />the death of freedom, the rose of death, the freedom of death, <br /> <br />is it you now that i talk about? that i must remember? <br />have i met you before when i was but a thorn, a worm, a leaf? <br />was i the sand <br />a pebble, the wind? will you be a rose forever? <br />is there death in you? <br /> <br />i feel the wind, i smell the rose, <br />there is no death....<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-to-remember/
