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Dead Rose
February 29, 2016
I am like a dead rose, who doesn't grow in the day, or in the summer.
My life turns colder as fall comes and becomes frozen in the winter.
I grow in the dark, spreading my petals like an elegant black swan spreading its soft, feathery midnight wings in the dead of night.
Then my "wings" close and wither as the night breaks into a blinding dawn
© Julia K., Nagykovacsi, Hungary
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