Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

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The Last Rose Of Summer - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

First I saw her shadow on my wall
And heard the sound of her thorny stem
Tapping against my window pane as it
Danced in the chilled winter breeze.
It fell away petal by petal...
Withered, forgotten...
And though the sun tiptoeing from behind a cloud
Kissed her face
It was too late
She was gone!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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