A window streaked with streaming rain

Looks out across a garden bare

Where one stone flower yet remains

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A solitary rose unslain

Whose petals speak of silent cares

And windows streaked with streaming rain

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A courtyard laid with rock and pain

The secret of the garden bears

Where one stone flower yet remains

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There blood was spilled, while aid abstained

As one watched through with vacant stare

A window streaked with streaming rain

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A blossom picked for her in vain

And love his dying breath declared

Where one stone flower yet remains

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'Twas she who watched behind the pane

And she the memory must bear:

A window streaked with streaming rain

Where one stone flower yet remains

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Author's Note: This poem grew out of two images that I thought of/found that I just fell in love with: a stone flower and a window streaked with streaming rain. Both appeared to me in different ways at different times but I immediately knew I must use them together. I suppose this is about lost love, betrayed love, or dying because of love. Not a very bright outlook on love now that I think about it, and with Valentine's Day coming up that really doesn't make much sense. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. I can't decide on a title so I'm open to suggestions. Reviews are very much appreciated.