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Petals

Posted on September 29, 2015 by sdgrimes

Zamboni.SilouetteI

The breeze passes passively

the old man too

as his gaze on the wilting rose

melts into the sterility

of a room he calls home.

And like the rose

his petals fall

and float under the golden bridge.

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