Frame Poem by Aris Sira
Frame
Little rose prim and primed
Sitting still frozen in time
Petals lit a heavenly glow
Falling down long and slow
Red as a blood moon
Hidden like a spider in a coccoon
Lost from view within a glance
Always in that crane like stance
Every second being judged
Never once holding a grudge
/if rain were to fall
You would not try to catch it all
Its because of all of this
This picture and frame is your gift
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