Fragments Of A Rose
I take a book from the dust old shelf.
Something drops.
The crumpled petals of a rose, long dead.
I kneel in silent wonderment,
And even yet, catch the scent
Of a forgotten loveliness.
Almost reverently, I touch the fallen fragments.
The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline
Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline
Copyright @1999 The Kline Family Organization, Inc.
First published in the United States of America by The Kline Family Organization, Inc. 4381 West 5375 South Kearns, Utah 84118
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