poems rose September 29, 2013by heather anne sat on the sideline she reads the clock in reverse a rose wilts, then lives Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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