Mortality
Listen to this ere fable
Roses lay upon the table
There she sat upon the chair
Whispers every word and prayer
Looked down she did her most
As she held her roses close
Tears would fall to the flowers
Like the May and April showe
Copyright © Melrose Lar | Year Posted 2008
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