Post by Imorta Thaw on Feb 2, 2008 21:25:08 GMT -8
I got three roses for a performance. One was red, the other white, and the last, yellow. The red died after about two days, deprived of water. It's stem had been a little short. The white one died a little later, not sure when though. It disappeared without me noticing at first. The yellow one? It bloomed, It's golden pedals open under the light of our lamp. It's still there. Four weeks later. It looks fresh, if you don't look to closely. It's like an Egyptian mummy, long dead and dry, but beautiful still. Mom says that's because it hasn't given up hope. I say it's just searching for a reason to leave.
