A Rose, A Life
Just as life blossoms and grows,
It's much like the story of the rose,
Young petals are silky and scented,
Life's woes stay simple, as thorns are tended.
With age, rose petals once sweet,
Now lifeless, withered fall to one's feet,
As memories dance, upon a last breathe,
Mingled with rose petals, love mourns death.
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