Aftermath


this is the tragedy
pain dropping to the ground
like blood

the heart a bleeding rose

grief has many names
a heart that bleeds
weeps without words

if someone held
these fragrant tears
the healing could begin

the bleeding rose transformed


(c)    Rita Summers 1998

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