a glass rose
with broken edges,
sits alone on the table
in an empty room...
sunlight stolen
from crusted shades,
glints on the petals;
the raw edges shimmer,
almost to touch!
gathering dust,
frozen by time....
a glass rose....
almost to touch!
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A glass rose. Beautiful metaphor. Reminds me of a love, long forgotten, but still beautiful with all its torn edges.