Time's Trembling Rose Poem by Sandra Feldman
Time's Trembling Rose
To have nothing,
Not even the spark of tomorrow left,
Everything is semi-alive now,
Memories still dying,
But in a stronger chaotic fashion,
More obscure but still alive,
Hurting, hunting down the heart
That's breaking
Hoping to return to life
Like Snow White,
But Fairy Tales never end well
In real life,
Even roses, cry their dew,
Softly, remembering their prime,
Before their final, Adieu.
Very deep sadness, Sandra, I wish something happy will come you way to revive the happy verses of January.
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5/5/2024 5:15:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sandra, you are the Poetess of Melancholy!