Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Ribbon and Rose

Rose petals scattered in the sink

''Let yourself in,'' said the dearest.

And with the faintest of a twitch, the wise old witch spoke but one final verse..
''Our dearest earth; do with it what you will, but in all that you claim, and all that you carry, you should know but only this...''
But before she could finish her brave spoken words, her last riddle of breath became fled and dampened by the young girl's sudden absence, and all that she left behind her, in the grave sullen sink, were three tiny petals, of lily, rose and pink.
''Such sweet little curls,'' the white witch admired,
''Such a sweet little girl.''

In a ribbon of three..I unfurl


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