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The Last Drop
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Recent Poems A rose lies on the mantelpiece
And ne’er a rose has smelled so sweet
As did this rose removed from peat.
Sitting upon the cold grey stone
A crystal vase of pristine water
The long green stem extended to it’s depths.
A ray of sunshine alights
On the reddest silk of petals
A single spot white as a dove
Waiting to complete the picture
Waiting for the touch of blood
Hard won, hard paid, and unsung.
His hand touches an elongated thorn,
A single drop wells to the surface.
The patch of white is touched,
And turned to red.
His hand bled the last drop,
The rose was complete.
With my blood the rose turned red,
Looking down on thorn-pricked fingers
The final drop was his.
Ne’er a rose has smelled so sweet,
As when it is marked with toil.
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