To my friend, Maria. Thanks for the gesture.
A pocketful of petals
They were given to me.
Petals in a pocket,
A simple pleasantry.
Alas, Pleasure becomes dismay.
Too soon the rose fades away.
Be still, my heart, find peace.
The spirit of the gift you'll keep.
Copyright 1999. David Normand From The Romantic Bower
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