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Abolishing Flames
August 28th, 2006, 9:17 PM
Yellow Roses

The summer morning brings dew to the petals
Of the fragile, budding rose;
Whose leaves reach out for the embrace the of the light,
Drying the tears from their faces.

For the yellow bud that blooms with the spring
Remind me of a past friendship;
From the endless summer that was long gone,
Known as an age without hardship.

Shades of red at the tip of the petals
Tell me how this friendship will alter;
But the flower still closed, oh so tightly,
And I fear that I might falter.

Foolish as I was, I plucked my young rose,
Just to keep her love for my own.
My rose, my love, never bloomed, just wilted,
Wilting with beauty never shown.

In the darkness, my rose-less shrub stood there;
Unrequited and unreturned.
Her love for me now lifeless and shriveled,
And left me with a lesson learned.

September 1st, 2006, 10:00 PM
Mm, you're an unfamiliar face.

'Whose leaves reach out for the embrace the of the light,'

Awkward wording. Other than that..pretty good. I especially love the last stanza..fits perfectly. Poem overall was very 'pretty.' *not much of a poetry critic*

Nice job, Mister Flames~