Lingering Poem by lamia harker

Lingering



what has become of perfection,
tilted against the rose
broken by the light
shifting into shadow
welcoming and
webbed
forgetting
self

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 12 February 2010

Fowers do hold a spell upon beauty.

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