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Roses and Glass

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By Xx_Rini_xX Send DollMail
Created: 2012-08-28 21:48:32 All stories by Xx_Rini_xX
I know I haven't been on in forever. School is kinda kicking me in the but right now and sucking out all of my inspiration. =/ However I did find a little poem I wrote, probably when I was like 10... and it was bad... but it inspired this poem. I will post the original at the bottom.

Enjoy =)

*~*~*~*~*~*

With flowers in hand,

And love in my heart,

I entered a small shop.

*

The walls were stacked,

With the most beautiful glass,

On dusty, uneven shelves.

*

“Hello sir,”

The old shopkeeper spoke,

He eyed my flowers uneasily.

*

“I’m looking for a vase.”

I let my eyes wander,

Searching among the glass.

*

One stood out,

Caught my eye,

A beautifully, simple vase.

*

It was cracked and chipped,

Yet still beautiful as ever.

But what it contained was a mystery.

*

It held a rose,

Well not really a rose,

Just the stem.

*

“I’ll tell you my story, son.”

The old man said.

“One from long ago.”

*

He told me of his lover,

A flower shop keeper,

Named Mary Lee Ann.

*

She always brought flowers,

For the shop of course,

And he would give her vases.

*

But she had a secret,

A reason to visit,

She fell in love too.

*

“We were so in love.”

The old man smiled.

“I much more than her.”

*

“That rose there,”

He pointed to the vase,

“Was her last gift to me.”

*

“But it wilted,”

“Quicker than it bloomed.”

He longingly gazed at the glass.

*

Finally he spoke,

His voice slightly wavered,

“I let the petals fly away.”

*

I stare at the stem,

Just sitting in the vase,

“Why keep the stem then?”

*

The old man just smiled,

“Because, I always hope,”

“It might bloom again.”

*

*~*~*~*

*Old original poem*

*

I have a rose,

One without petals.

*

It had bloomed once,

And wilted without warning.

I let the petals fly away.

*

But I kept the stem,

In that vase.

*

People ask me,

Why I keep that ugly thing.

*

Maybe because,

A little birdie told me to.
  

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