birgitta_nell@y
05-28-2008, 03:22 PM
I stood in the rain today
Thinking about dead roses.
Feeling the icy drops creep down my skin
Reminded me of being alive,
And being real, in the present.
I looked at the dead roses and sighed
Because to them the world was dark,
Life had whithered from their buds
And left them skeletons to be washed away.
Thinking about dead roses.
Feeling the icy drops creep down my skin
Reminded me of being alive,
And being real, in the present.
I looked at the dead roses and sighed
Because to them the world was dark,
Life had whithered from their buds
And left them skeletons to be washed away.