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.