Dead Winter

March 23, 2010
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A rose dies in the winter
my soul dies with it
I feel the horror of the rising cold through its dead and lifeless petals what once was beautiful now lies unnoticed in a long forgotten grave and it whispers to the earth as tears streak down its face
"Bury me now
but always remember
the beauty I held one spring".

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