Burnt rose

 

 

The rose

I once held

in the palms

of my hands.

Now flame licked

ashes.

Charred

remembrance

of romance.

Blackened

like my heart.

Once a beating

part of me,

now

falling apart.

A ravaged remnant

of history.

 

 

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