Wilted

Three thousand roses –
wilted.
The waves crash close by.
They don’t care.

A new life begins
Tears of the rose are washed away.
And what might the young one say
As these lives fade to gray?

Wilted.
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In honor of the many loved and brave countrymen of 09/11/2001…. Lest we forget.
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“Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.”

William Butler Yeats….

© 2012 John Richter

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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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