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Rose in Twilight
A blackened rose tied up in silk fell on the trampled snow
I did not see who dropped it there or see the giver go
I heard a raven call to it's mate, sitting in the tree
But I did not hear with listening ear a voice call out to me.
I stood as a statue as the twilight crept in
And the falling snow fell on my hair
The pulse in my throat and the rush of my blood
Was the only thing living felt there.
The sky was silver, reflecting snow
And the moon had not yet come
I felt the night, though out of sight
Welcome me to home.
A whisper rose up on the wind
And called my name so sweet
But I could not for life of me
Move my frozen feet.
Then I picked the rose out of the snow
And in sorrow bowed my head
And when I'd raised my face again
The rose had turned to red.
Copyright ©2007
by Voo
