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I wrote this after high school, and to this very day, it still puts a smile on my face. I love the whimsicalness of this piece, much like my poem Spring Fantasy.  It seems I like to imagine that flowers are real girls.


The fate of a rose

I saw a bush of roses,
growing by the fence.
Silently, they beckoned me,
with their sweet fragrance.
As I came over to them,
I saw one bow her head.
She looked quite enticing,
in her velvety dress of red.
The temptation was too strong for me,
to just simply leave her there.
I snipped her in the spring of life,
and placed her in my hair.

~Loly Mireles ‘78

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