Tuesday, June 14, 2005

14th June

As I stand and stare,
at a rose whose petals are as red as blood,
the intricate rose whose flower looks like a face,
the image shifts,
the rose is a mangled and tortured soul,
the blood red petals melt and dissolve,
they now run as blood,
it moves,
it has life,
the blood drips,
I recognise it,
it is my reflection looking at me,
as I stand and stare.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Super color scheme, I like it! Good job. Go on.
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3:58 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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4:08 am  

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