Rose Value Poem by Daniel Miltz

Rose Value



Limp, faded red roses cry
Darkened way dry
Drooping over buds
Purple in dead, blood
On dried-out, green stems
Shedding petal gems
Though sometimes with agony
With sense of irony
Crusty and dusty
With fragile tumble
Ready to crumble
With one bump
In a fitting clump
O' but sentimental value
Will never fade in view

© daniel miltz

Rose Value
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Daniel Miltz

Daniel Miltz

Detroit, Michigan
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