I found it there...
within your best pocket
A single red rose bud
Freeze dried in time
Fragile to the touch
Just to breath upon it sends it to dust
Did you keep it there
For a memory shared
Or left forgotten to be thrown away
When once removed
Sparked thoughts of pleasure proved
And I found it there...
Within your best pocket
JoAnn, this is sad, but it is beautiful and the imagery pristine. Top marks and thanks for sharing it. Dodgy Dave
This was so good and oh so very sad. It got me to thinking. Have missed you! Best wishes, sweetie, Theo
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice flow of words, my dearest friend.