The Last Rose of Summer
First I saw her shadow on my wall and
Heard the sound of her thorny stem
Tapping against my window pane as it
Danced in the chilled winter breeze.
It fell away petal by petal,
Withered, forgotten.
Though the sun tiptoeing from behind a cloud
Kissed her face
It was too late
She was gone!
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