Roses are forever
Published in
Jan 29, 2021
Twelve roses bob by the harbour wall,
Still bunched, red as blood in the swell.
A gift. Emotion made real
Heaving, falling, drowning,
Salted without tears.
Twelve red roses.
Passion dies
Down the
Drain.
Twelve roses bob by the harbour wall,
Still bunched, red as blood in the swell.
A gift. Emotion made real
Heaving, falling, drowning,
Salted without tears.
Twelve red roses.
Passion dies
Down the
Drain.
A writer from Melbourne, offering stories about people, places and possible worlds. See: terriseddon.online