Alon
A blog of poetry, short stories, and life's little adventures.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Blood Red Rose
It fell from
fingertip to
rose petal.
The difference
changed from
obvious to
barely viable.
My blood falls,
from where
you cut me,
to join the earth.
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