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There, Alone, in the wet and dark mud, Lies a lonely dark pink rose. Oh! The pain of seeing such A frail and dainty creation Just lying, And dying, Alone, In that dark and thick muddy Mire, had broken my heart And left me crying. I stood, Alone, before the muddy mire, Just staring down At the dark pink rose As it lied there, So still and lifeless, Having lost most of its lovely Fragrant petals; Just lying there, all alone, So still and listless, As I brushed away At every tear that had fallen Down my face. Yes! So quickly each tear drop Went....... Falling, Falling, Falling So quickly down my face, Like an early morning's Spring rain, Falling, Falling, Falling And leaving behind Their wet stain, Leaving behind A deep sadness of pain, The image of the dark pink Rose, now and forever, A haunting memory Embedded in my brain! I knelt down, slowly, Before the dark muddy mire, On my knees, And reached a hand out For the dying pink rose, And I held it tightly In my hand, as I arose, With tears still Streaming down my face, Dropping down, With a silent splash, Into the dark muddy mire, Drop by drop by drop, As I stood, Clutching the dark Pink rose in my hand, Holding it even closer to my Emptied breast, With my broken heart Rapidly beating, Beating, Beating Against my hollowed chest, So rapidly that I began To think that it just might Even stop, As I tenderly cradled The dying rose, Wondering if anyone Shall ever know about all Of these tears that quickly Flow? Yes, does anyone know? I wonder, does anyone see Just how quickly the stream Flows and flows and flows As I stand, alone, Before the muddy mire, Where the dark clouds Have begun to quickly form And the sharp wind blows, And blows and blows, Where another crushed Dark pink petal goes? Yes! To the wild winds another Fallen pink petal goes, And another one just as quickly Goes, And another, And another.......... Just like the tears that fall Down my face, The emptiness, The brokenness, And the deep pain And sadness all begin To show, As I glanced down And gently, Ever so tenderly, Kissed the dead Pink rose.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
Pink Rose
There, Alone, in the wet and dark mud, Lies a lonely dark pink rose. Oh! The pain of seeing such A frail and dainty creation Just lying, And dying, Alone, In that dark and thick muddy Mire, had broken my heart And left me crying. I stood, Alone, before the muddy mire, Just staring down At the dark pink rose As it lied there, So still and lifeless, Having lost most of its lovely Fragrant petals; Just lying there, all alone, So still and listless, As I brushed away At every tear that had fallen Down my face. Yes! So quickly each tear drop Went....... Falling, Falling, Falling So quickly down my face, Like an early morning's Spring rain, Falling, Falling, Falling And leaving behind Their wet stain, Leaving behind A deep sadness of pain, The image of the dark pink Rose, now and forever, A haunting memory Embedded in my brain! I knelt down, slowly, Before the dark muddy mire, On my knees, And reached a hand out For the dying pink rose, And I held it tightly In my hand, as I arose, With tears still Streaming down my face, Dropping down, With a silent splash, Into the dark muddy mire, Drop by drop by drop, As I stood, Clutching the dark Pink rose in my hand, Holding it even closer to my Emptied breast, With my broken heart Rapidly beating, Beating, Beating Against my hollowed chest, So rapidly that I began To think that it just might Even stop, As I tenderly cradled The dying rose, Wondering if anyone Shall ever know about all Of these tears that quickly Flow? Yes, does anyone know? I wonder, does anyone see Just how quickly the stream Flows and flows and flows As I stand, alone, Before the muddy mire, Where the dark clouds Have begun to quickly form And the sharp wind blows, And blows and blows, Where another crushed Dark pink petal goes? Yes! To the wild winds another Fallen pink petal goes, And another one just as quickly Goes, And another, And another.......... Just like the tears that fall Down my face, The emptiness, The brokenness, And the deep pain And sadness all begin To show, As I glanced down And gently, Ever so tenderly, Kissed the dead Pink rose.
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jl-davis
USA
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
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