Fading Ember
J Joyce Hemsley
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Forty words:
Two crimson roses drifted apart.
Gone had love's thrill felt at the start
when they vowed to be true
In the church one September...
Now love is just a poetical line
printed in rhyme on a 'once a year'
Valentine.
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