Rubai # 14 Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

Rubai # 14



Rose of mine, you are slowly dying.
Getting used to the fact is what I am trying
To do. You have been in my vase for years.
To say I will cope, I would be lying.

Thursday, October 26, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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