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age creeps slowly
like wild roses
on the
garden trellis
thorns heedless
to her touch
while walking
through
the summer garden
she remembers the
veil of lace she wore
at someone else’s
wedding?
in a gown of satin
with seed pearls
sewn on her
mud stained
train
vows now broken
remembers now as she
touches her skin
a face
now marked ‘aged’
& when memory lifts
the wedding veil
her youth radiates
still soft as the
rose petals
on the
garden trellis
© July 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 