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Still Bleeding

the white rose marks the pureness of remembrance--- still recalling true loves loss the rose thorns scrape the edge of the vase--- wearing the pricks on my heart

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/29/2013 5:22:00 PM

Life is full of such painful memories, but the way you describe it makes it much more bearable.

Carrie Richards

Date: 4/10/2013 5:20:00 PM

Oh.......I love the tragic nature of this beauty!! Nicely done, Debra!!

Robert Johnson

Date: 4/10/2013 3:40:00 PM

Somehow the pain is pure delight. When it's all that's left of love in sight. Reminding us that we were loved. :)

Russell Sivey

Date: 4/10/2013 7:27:00 AM

Oh yes, the pain from the thorns prick, I have always hated getting poked by the thorns edge...the painful bleeding that ensues from the prick hurts as the loss of a love! The memories that are there remain, but the relationship is lost! But looking back I see that the relationship wasn't exactly where I wanted it to be...and it led to my current love, the one that I will always be with! Your poem brings me these feelings my friend! I really enjoyed reading this stupendous poem, Great Work!!