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A Rose

One single rose

Waiting for someone to see its beauty

Waiting for someone to see past all the thorns and imperfections

But no one does

No one can look past its thorns or imperfections

So the rose wilts alone

Dies in the cold

But does not die forever

For it will return

just not now





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thatclarinetgirl12 said...
Dec. 31, 2011 at 2:53 pm
you are not alone. there are many roses by that same name. we are better than the others, stronger than the others, and more wise that those weeds could ever be
 
Guess said...
Dec. 27, 2011 at 4:16 pm
love love love the word play. beautiful
 
hotshot said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 3:45 pm
it draws a very nice picture i like it alot
 
Wonderment said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 2:18 pm
I like the fact that it is a big metaphor. I like the simplicity of it too. Good job.
 
Becca17 said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 8:13 am
amazing word choice, imagery was great
 
josika said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 8:12 am
i completely agree with cookie! good job!
 
cookiegirl said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 7:36 am
Nice poem. It's sweet:). Good job!
 
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