DEATHOFA BLOOMINGROSE
Beauty is a blooming rose
she gracefully stands in a pose
But when she withers and hangs her head
her petal tears fall to her bed
Is her beauty gone forever
Is mother nature harsh and clever
For as the seasons rearrange
giving in to time for the change
Will she be beautiful once again
can her death be not in vain
A tiny bud from her bed of gloom
beneath the soil thats been her tomb
Once again her beauty's chose
a time for change for this blooming rose
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