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Apr 29, 2010
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Rythms of a rose
Reflective tears of deepest blues
fall softly down her cheeks,
but rythms change
and like a dying rose
transform to blackened hues.
Together they lay in solitude,
battered girl with rose in hand
her dreams now lay
upon her grave,
as scattered petals
in shades of black.
fall softly down her cheeks,
but rythms change
and like a dying rose
transform to blackened hues.
Together they lay in solitude,
battered girl with rose in hand
her dreams now lay
upon her grave,
as scattered petals
in shades of black.
— Janice Pearce, Apr 29, 2010
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magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Striking poem here
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
Rythms
DawningDaytripper
16 years 1 month ago
Very powerful and moving, I
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
Rythms
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
Agree
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
Rythms
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Janice
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
lyz
Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Janice
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
Cat
prayersbyPatty
16 years 1 month ago
Good poem Jan
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
Patty
prayersbyPatty
16 years 1 month ago
Jan
loved
16 years ago
Please do read
magics02
16 years ago
Janice
Janice Pearce
16 years ago
Rythms