~*~White Rose~*~

A single white rose lays upon the wooden table,

unaware of the surroundings,

her beauty raining down upon the room

as a trace of a dying hope in the black void of life.

The soft petals, fabric of the dreams.

The thorns on the stem, blades of pain.

It just lays there,

mute witness of a life broken,

forgotten promises and faded goals.

The white rose withers silently,

her beauty escaping with a muted cry.

© 2011 Yamil Sárraga

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