there once was a rose more black than a crow
who bloomed in the result of pure sorrow
a man once came across that rose
astonished by the look of the flower
the man took it brought and it home
he left it there to die with no water to drink
and it dried up as time would tick
after 20 days, the rose turned to ashes
and the wind took away the little pieces of sadness
and still to this day in revenge of her painful departure
the rose makes the snow fall every winter
to punish the man for his horrible crime
of killing a beautiful creature,
who was made by nature... <3
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 10:50 PM UTC
there once was a rose more black than a crow
who bloomed in the result of pure sorrow
a man once came across that rose
astonished by the look of the flower
the man took it brought and it home
he left it there to die with no water to drink
and it dried up as time would tick
after 20 days, the rose turned to ashes
and the wind took away the little pieces of sadness
and still to this day in revenge of her painful departure
the rose makes the snow fall every winter
to punish the man for his horrible crime
of killing a beautiful creature,
who was made by nature... <3
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