Thursday, November 3, 2011

11-3 Poem

A dried rose moment
Preserved in life's time
Be a scented ornament
Hung in thy mind

A lesson taught
To an unwise woman
Death be thy fate
Never here will I be again

Fragranced moments
Blessed be the blind
Satisfied to have
A laugh, a cry and cold wine
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