A Poem:
The Desktop Rose:
My desktop rose is wilting
Her fragrance all but gone
And yet at this sad passing
Her fragrance still lives on
Her kiss is mine to treasure
The softest petal’s touch
Within my heart forever
Until I die, and such…
Therefore I bid her morrow
And though this is the end
I’ll shed no tears in sorrow
For her giver is my friend
x
Stefanie Rose
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