no remainings
A Poem by J. C. Alvares
We’re as simple as the grayish pattern of withered roses. We were full of colors and shameless life. Now there’s nothing left for the sun to burn. No petals or thorns. Not even ashes. We’re gone.
© 2012 J. C. Alvares
Author's Note
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Please ignore grammar mistakes.
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Added on September 12, 2012
Last Updated on September 12, 2012
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J. C. AlvaresRio de Janeiro, Brazil
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I was told fairytales were meant to last - I'd rather be a warrior than a princess, though. (20 year old Brazilian girl. Studying Literature, hoping I can create a world of my own and live there somed.. more..
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