Dead Love
Do you see that red rose?
As elegant as a ballerinas toes
The poor thing is dying
The petals are flying
Just like our love it is dying
Should I be crying?
Alas the tears have come to an end
Of us there is no more, it is the end
Our story has reached the last chapter
We close our book, then open another
By Katerina Zafirus
Grade 5, Melbourne Australia
she's in my little sisters grade, she
wrote this poem for a competition
and won, this poem is now in an
australian kids magazine. Well
done Katerina.
