The Essence of Rose
In the twilight hours
Out here on this ledge
I am filled
With the essence of Rose
As a gentle breath stirs
Her fallen petals
Strewn over
That long and winding road
Here on the brink
Where so many have come
Before me
And simply let go
I find myself wondering
Why I am here
Yet! I am afraid to know
So I cling to this ledge
Overcome with fear
Knowing the end is near
For there's no going back
Once you are here
for that moment
In Time
Disappeared
So...
I sit here
Filled up
With the essence of Rose
Each petal
A memory
Etched forever
On that road of life
Paved with both
Joy and misery
Until the last petal falls
Then I finally let go
Here at the end of the road
I, the last tear
From the faded blue eye
Of dear
Old wild Rose
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