A rose
Grows alone
Whispering her story
To the wind
As it blows silently by
No reply
Rain falls
Caressing the rose
Never understanding its beauty
But loving it
The sun shines above
And the rose turns to gaze in the rays
Words come out
But the sun soon sets
Without hearing a sound
The night is cold
And she will soon fall
Alone untouched
With no one knowing her story
The sun did not listen
The rain did not know
The wind did not reply
She is alone
A rose
Beauty with thorns
But with a story
Grows alone
Whispering her story
To the wind
As it blows silently by
No reply
Rain falls
Caressing the rose
Never understanding its beauty
But loving it
The sun shines above
And the rose turns to gaze in the rays
Words come out
But the sun soon sets
Without hearing a sound
The night is cold
And she will soon fall
Alone untouched
With no one knowing her story
The sun did not listen
The rain did not know
The wind did not reply
She is alone
A rose
Beauty with thorns
But with a story
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