rose


like a memory
like a memory
from a burned city (Zbigniew Herbert)
from a burned city (Zbigniew Herbert)

2 responses to “rose”

  1. morning glories in the evening, planets at the fence. i didnt go over there to see these flowers. thank you, hon, for keeping me from missing them. and thanks for showing off those gray popcorn clouds.

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