Dead Or Alive?
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Practicing Poetess
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Pressed flower in a book
The Easter corsage that
My deceased fiance' bought me,
And tenderly pinned on my blouse.
As I'm jolted back to the present,
A teardrop falls on a petal.
Did that petal just become soft and alive?
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me,
And is it only wishful thinking?
If my tears could bring him back to life
I've shed so many of them,
That he would have returned years ago.
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