sturdy stem of throns
a fragile soul grow
strung like barbwire
withering very slow
soft to the touch
older day by day
no longer admired
perfume fading away
folding over in sorrow
petals they slowly fade
from the dying rose
losing beauty it has made
last petal crumbles
dusting Earth's floor
for the dying rose
happiness is no more
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
sturdy stem of throns
a fragile soul grow
strung like barbwire
withering very slow
soft to the touch
older day by day
no longer admired
perfume fading away
folding over in sorrow
petals they slowly fade
from the dying rose
losing beauty it has made
last petal crumbles
dusting Earth's floor
for the dying rose
happiness is no more
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