Thursday, July 10, 2008

Frozen roses.

I am in a garden,

Of frozen roses.
Where the petals hurt,
More than the thorns.

The dewdrops they shine,
Like rare diamonds
But they are hard.
I cannot quench my thirst.

I walk past
The barren trees.
The branches reach out,
To the sky for comfort

I tread carefully,
Not that I can hurt them.
I cry softly,
I know it wont move them.

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