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 Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Very nice.
Yes! Love the little taste of Zen in this one. Just right!
Ron
beautiful