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The Stems of Roses (Free verse) by embersandenvelopes

When my body rests in the stems of roses, fighting like I have fought under love and life, their scent will be my memory of all the times we never gave up on each other or ourselves.

embersandenvelopes 12-Apr-04/9:14 AM
hehe no, don't worry, I'm not having a rough time. This poem was written with my best friend in mind (that's the we). It's about how when I die, part of me will grow in the roses I envision being planted with my ashes. When a surviving loved one should smell them, memories of my life will be conjured up.

Roses are a type of flower that can be difficult to grow. They need a certain environment and a lot of care. But given those two, they will flourish. I can identify my life with that.




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