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Aug 28, 2008 20:58

They planted roses, side by side,
and each in turn her roses taught to dance,
the waltz the gliding quickstep or ballet
the roses, decked with raindrops, dazzled all.
but bickering about who first stepped out,
whose roses bloomed before, whose thorns scratched first,
they lost the tune to which their roses danced
and petals fell to earth as children's tears.
Now all is bramble and a scattered leaf
two voices, angry, echo in the wind.

life, poetry

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