Metaphor The Roses

Torn petals sparkling red
Roseate lyres dying fires
Banked coals turning leaves

Blank faced window rain

Spoken intervals remain

Barely remembered

Time falls through the cracks
Broken moments welcome dust
Breathing without thought









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Written on 2025-08-11 at 00:01

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