Forever red,
ever dying in dread.
Peddle by peddle
floating, falling, ending.
The cease of time...
One single rose
a deathly red,
though forever white.
Suspended between
Life and Death.
Frozen in death,
the peddles stopping short.
Beads suspended
in a never ending
time.
Does the rose
stop growing,
loving?
Or will it go on...
