The Rose

October 16, 2013
In a darkened room
A rose sits
It wilts and crumbles

The rose had no hope
No Joy
It was doomed

The light
So bright
Seeks for the flower

Will it find it yet?

The rose cries
A petal falls
The rose whose thorns have fled

The light so warm
The rose so cold
They embrace eachother

In love, in need
They find one another
The rose begins to bloom

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