Fare thee well 

A sweet smell of roses taints the air,
A teardrop for each fallen petal –
A solemn song composed by the wind
Whistling through the tree tops and grassy fields
Another teardrop for each petal to fall 

Gone is she...
Gone like dust slipping through open fingers,
Traveling on the wind... 

A fresh teardrop for every broken heart,
So much pain and sorrow –
Too many tears for petals
A single red, falling petal
Falls from far above... 

A gift of the Gods
It keeps falling and gently comes
To rest lightly over her left breast,
… Over her heart... 

Fare thee well, my dearest, my beloved,
Fare thee well...

Poem written by Tatiana Lasevicius Copyright © Please do not copy without prior written consent from the author