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A rose that once stood proudly, was plucked and thrown away. She lost her will to bloom again, lying in her thorny grave.
Submitted:Oct 29, 2009 Reads: 234 Comments: 4 Likes: 2
A WITHERED ROSE
A rose that once stood proudly
was plucked and thrown away
She lost her will to bloom again
lying in her thorny grave
~~~
But her death has not been wasted
her seeded tears find fertile ground
This love affair is blooming
forever they are bound
~~~
Through the thorns she rises
and once again she grows
a brand new life awakens
and mourns a withered rose
~~~
ANGELLYNN
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