by Steve Tanham
They were bright red on the day he bought them
From the impossible shop in the mountains
So far away.
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Like her throat in the heat of passion
As their skins moved like silk
And their lips were liquid joy.
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Now, faded, she gathers the leaves around their stems
Like a cloak over the beloved
As the colour, though not the memory
Fades…
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They were bright red
On the day he bought them
On the day he died.
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In response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt – Roses #writephoto
Sun in Gemini 
Gorgeous! I love it.
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Thank you. Heartfelt…
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In response to the photo prompt
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Very beautiful..I wrote it on Sue’s blog as well.. Nicely penned..
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Thank you. I saw your response on Sue’s blog. That means a lot. I like your work a lot, too. I’ve only just discovered it, but I’ll be back…
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Wow,you made my day indeed..thank-you so much..be back for sure,I won’t disappoint you..
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That was lovely
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Thank you, Annette x
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Oh… so beautiful and so sad. I actually wasn’t expecting that ending.
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Thank you, Ali.
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This is so beautiful, Steve. Heartbreaking.
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Thank you, it was written from the heart.
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Lovely as a folk tale 🙂
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