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My Rose

This poem is a wonderful metaphor, comparing life to the beauty of a rose,

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sara

Date:

06 August 2006

Author:

Embrya

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My Rose

I wanted to plant a beautiful rose,
One so sweet and beautiful to the eye.
I planted a single seed, made sure it was watered, gave it sunlight - which
Shined brightly onto the soil.

Days came and went,
Nights passed away;
My rose finally began to grow!

Soon my rose began to bud.
What a beautiful sight to see!
I had given birth to my own,
And what a joyous occasion it was!
So precious; I wanted to stay with it day and night.
How its life gave vibrance and sweet simplicities of things I adored.

Then darkness came and reigned over my lovely rose;
Taking away its radiant appeal.
The color bled.
Its stem went limp.
My rose was dead.

-Embrya -

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