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Jan 2017
The wild roses grew,
all upon the wooden
garden fence, painted white.
Gentle autumn breezes blew
and stirred the
emerald-green leaves.
The melancholy fragrance
was spread in the air,
as I sat and watched
the red petals submit
to the deadly season.
So i sang them a lullaby,
to fall in a summer dream,
And peacefully wilt
with no sorrow,
with no tears...
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
       Rose, Archana, TSPoetry, Paul, Druzzayne Rika and 91 others
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