January 16, 2009
By Amber Ortiz, Bronx, NY

There was one Day when I was walking through the park. I got a phone call it wasn’t good. I dropped to my knees and broke down into tears. That day I could have swore I saw rose’s falling from there vines. The petals falling from the stem and the pollen flew. But when I looked at reality I notice it wasn’t the rose’s falling apart it was me. I fell and my life crumbled down piece by piece. The rose’s were my life falling apart ever since you left, your life went away and so did mine. The rose’s break apart when it’s there time but god took you at the wrong time when every one needed you the most. You were the rose and god was the sun beaming down on you I guess he just gave up and you died and fell apart just like a rose.

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