For My White Rose
Soft the petals of my rose that draws
a thought through time
so close yet distant beyond mortal reach
doors closed never to reopen
for the Earth lost her magic
on a last breath
no questions
no answers
just words flowing from a pen
unspoken and unheard
whispers on the winter winds
yet dark wings must rise
and meet the dawn
so like a snowflake the white petal falls
back into time
and still I miss you
©JG Farmer 2015
Copyright © Jez Farmer | Year Posted 2017
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