A Folded Crease Repose
His role, sadly, that of “The Little Prince”**
tending to a long forgotten rose
preserving the truth of memories lies
her beauty in a folded crease repose
His love a trembling finger’s gentle touch
of longing etched within the silent eyes
alone within the dusty grip of past
touches the curling edge of timeless sighs
turns pages of a life slow edging black
nurtures each fading petal in retreat
collects every shallow dusty breath
enfolds them in a moment’s mourning sheet
He carries her – his long forgotten rose
love’s beauty in a folded crease repose
(**The Little Prince” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
©7/27/2018
for the Not Just Any Old Rose Poetry Contest
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