The rose

October 25, 2012
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The rose opens slowly, beauty takes time. It finally opens, it's beauty is admired by everyone. As the days come slowly, it ages. The rose grows and grows, until it can't anymore. It silently dies and fades into the wind. It's beauty forgotten; like an old trail. The memory we leave shall fade away, and we too will be forgotten.

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