finale by Richard TrotterCurtains but no falling roses
to cover a misplaced addiction
for things that can't be right,
when all your voices fading
take a pitied step along
the road where lethargic,
crocuses can't bear to rise
so a silhouette is a glance
but endings won't arrive. 02/15/2003 Posted on 03/13/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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