The Damask Rose

By J.E.Giffard

Sun, 11 Nov 2012
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THE DAMASK ROSE

Inside her Bible memories dwell
Between the leaves: She only knows
There lingers still the fragrant smell
Of a single crushed white damask rose.
Her soldier love bade her Goodbye
He kissed her then went off to die.

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Submitted by jolono on
Great stuff John, short, but so poignant for today.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Beautifully put. Rhiannon