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Wilting and crumbles,
Peddles of a forgotten rose.
Blowing threw the icy wind.
The stem of life decomposed.
Once warm to the touch,
Once it felt the caress of rain.
Never to know the light of day again.
Nature cruelly slain.
A once living thing,
Now dies with no purpose.
No acknowledged existence.
No one to cry for this rose.
Scattered across mud and dust.
Trampled beneath uncaring feet.
Ignored, for its lost its beauty.
It's cycle of life is complete.
- by Ryn Kuromaru |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/29/2009 |
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- Title: The Rose
- Artist: Ryn Kuromaru
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Description:
I was walking throughout the city where I live, and noticed a Rose on the ground. I'm not sure to this day why this single, solitary rose stuck in my mind, but as you can see, this poem came about.
Please leave constructive feedback. - Date: 05/29/2009
- Tags: rose existance cycle nature forgotten
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