Visitor Poem by Cassandra Joanna

Visitor



As the black rose falls out of my hand,
The tears begin to shed.
Dark is all I see
As I close my eyes and turn away.

Days have passed,
I come to visit again.
There where i left it,
The black rose lays,
Next to the coffin,
Where it shall remain.

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