Sunday, September 20, 2009

The beauty of a faded rose


She’s the typical middle-aged woman,
likes to hike, garden, have a glass of
wine with her friends, an occasional
margarita with her boyfriend.
Her jaw has become a bit more
rounded and her tummy doesn’t
quite lay flat anymore, but she
is as beautiful as a fading rose,
holding so many shades of soft red,
pink and white, so much more
interesting than the brilliant red
you can buy in the local drugstore.


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