Roses, Words, And Shadows
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Barry Middleton
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A whisper from the hush of vanished day,
becomes the language of reality.
A plaintive shadow must remember me.
The rose has come to mock mortality,
to shed its bloom before the end of May
as heat consumes and summer winds betray.
Then silence falls and shadows go their way,
and love becomes a prayer and desperate plea
beyond the lonely sea's divinity.
Still I await the final cruel decree.
But gods withhold the answer to dismay,
as roses, words, and shadows fade away.
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