A Rose
a rose died
a rose in a poem
it’s beauty and grace
in the face of
fall winds in an
instant translation across
borders
natural and drawn
fade
within books
and clicks
a rose in a poem
speaks
inside radio-waves
grows strong
between crests
some
signals are jammed
but not all
a dream created a rose in a poem
by a poet long ago with
quills and ink
pens then copied
keyboards to put on disks
now
touch screens with
voice recognition and
translators let
all see-
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2017
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