A tiny yellow rose
Hangs from the sky
Yellow ribbon tied around it
Its brilliance gone
Now just a corpse
Empty of all life
Only a memory remains
Of warm sunny days
The breeze and the rain
I hear its voice, across the room
Filling me with passion
I hear its story, both joyful and sad
Of what it was so long ago
It was once a symbol
Of love and loyalty
Hangs from the sky
Yellow ribbon tied around it
Its brilliance gone
Now just a corpse
Empty of all life
Only a memory remains
Of warm sunny days
The breeze and the rain
I hear its voice, across the room
Filling me with passion
I hear its story, both joyful and sad
Of what it was so long ago
It was once a symbol
Of love and loyalty
1 comment:
I wrote this on Valentines' Day in Logan while visiting my sister at USU. She was napping and I was bored; so I wrote about a dried rose her roommate had hung from the ceiling. The roommate's boyfriend, who was on a mission, had given it to her before he left.
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