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Untitled poem
The petals of the red rose fall gently to the barren ground,
and melt away,
just as the sun sets ...
Posted by
TimStones
on 2008-04-07 09:38:46
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nice and haiku-ish. :)
Posted by
kyrie_j
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2008-04-08 01:16:50
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