The smell of its fragrance
can brighten a day.
The beauty it beholds one
should never betray.
To seek and find seems if
one has found gold.
Knowing this precious flower
will soon grow old
Capture the moment
Make it timeless
For in the darkest hours,
the color shall fade.
The special scent becomes vague.
The face of glory vanquished once portrayed.
Tossed astray whence unforgettable
The beauty of thee impeached from a pedestal.
Crushed as if never exquisite...
Trashed among ruins to exhibit...
A rose is simply a rose.
Why do you claim such beauty?
I suppose...
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 5:19 AM UTC
The smell of its fragrance
can brighten a day.
The beauty it beholds one
should never betray.
To seek and find seems if
one has found gold.
Knowing this precious flower
will soon grow old
Capture the moment
Make it timeless
For in the darkest hours,
the color shall fade.
The special scent becomes vague.
The face of glory vanquished once portrayed.
Tossed astray whence unforgettable
The beauty of thee impeached from a pedestal.
Crushed as if never exquisite...
Trashed among ruins to exhibit...
A rose is simply a rose.
Why do you claim such beauty?
I suppose...
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