Roses On The Table
An Original Poem By Amanda Ortiz
Roses
on the table,
deep
crimson red,
holding
the room
with their
presence.
Without
a word,
there is depth.
The light above,
like a
candle.
Roses
on the table,
deep
crimson red,
holding
the room
with their
presence.
Without
a word,
there is depth.
The light above,
like a
candle.
