But a memory in the cold,
Your petals glisten in the Autumn Rain.
You are whispering,
"I am Alive."
Though the world does not hear,
You are weeping for the warmth you once knew.
The scattered breeze threatens your stability,
Awaiting the time when you will snap.
But never will you give up,
This world you once knew.
Once living in the blissful gardens,
Breathing in the colors of spring.
Composing,
Through your shades,
A love that is burning.
Like the Autumn Leaves,
You burn shades of passion.
Floating away with the night's sorrows,
Wishing upon a broken dream.
The nights blossom into days,
Suspending imagination.
Lingering on thoughts of clarity.
You are but a simply Rose,
Nothing more than reality.
A carrier of joys,
A river of sand,
Drowning in emotion.
With the compassion of few,
And the wisdom of many.
You are but an Autumn Rose,
Awaiting Frost's deadly kiss,
To bring you back to life.