The Story of a Rose

A Rose

A rose,

Silent but beautiful,

All see it but no one cares.

It cries,

Heard by none,

There’s no one to answer it’s prayers.

Days pass,

A girl sees,

She cares but has her own life.

The water,

She left it,

Before leaving the rose filled with strife.

It grew,

Fed by her,

But, slowly, it wilts on it’s own.

This rose,

Silent but beautiful,

It wilts and it’s death goes unknown.

SilasMask SilasMask
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1 Response Jun 20, 2007