poems rose September 29, 2013by heather anne sat on the sideline she reads the clock in reverse a rose wilts, then lives Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Very nice.
Yes! Love the little taste of Zen in this one. Just right!
Ron
beautiful