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A RED ROSEFeather soft,It, touches my cheek,Like a kiss, from the wind.I sigh in memory,Of what's past,And keep my eyes closed,To remember.I breathe deeply,The scent is stronger.Oh, why did he forget.Burying down,The sheets are pulled tighter.Another velvet touch,Marks my face.How annoying, I'm reminded.My eyes, slowly open,T... More..

Dianne Neal

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