Rose from the Oblivion

Rose from the Oblivion

A Poem by myst-ry
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a piece of flash fiction in 100 words

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Years gone by. Another visit surprises. With steadily stepping feet, determined gait, moves on the traveller. Like stranger, overpassing the land at his unvarying speed. About to take a curious turn towards newer terrain, he hears a voice. Something there, from under his implacable foot cries out: "I'm shrivelling. Before moving on, take my petal along". Echoes all around: "As you go onto thirty-first street, keep it in pages of travelogue".

Wearing a startled expression, he kneels down. The small petal, a bit faded; yet red, encircled by the crumbled whorl, smilingly rustles: "remember me as the thirtieth rose; from oblivion".

© 2011 myst-ry


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Added on May 15, 2011
Last Updated on May 24, 2011