My Rose

February 18, 2018
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I found a red wilted rose on the road,
The rose sat in the burning sun in front
of me begging me to take the red runt
out of the sun, but why was I the only
one who could tell that she was lonely
I feel the rose's pain and she calls
my name how did the red wilted rose fall
I pick the red rose up and head on home
I put the rose in a water-filled vase
The rose is safe and puts smile on my face
The rose no longer cries because
the lonely rose has a wonderful home
on my window this was truly meant to be...

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