The Death
Of The Rose
by Mary E.S.
What once was a
beautiful
flower, full of brilliant color...
Now lies bleeding...
dying.... drained
of her soul... her spirit...
When
once
she would stretch tall and proud toward the sky...
Now she is limp... no
strength... no hope... no life...
The angel of death,
strokes
her once soft petals...
Robbing them of
...life... laughter... radiance...
Blocked
from the sun, she has turned sullen and gray...
No love drenches her
petals ...no rain... only tears... only pain...
She prays for the earth
to
take her, just as it gave her life...
To swallow her ...her
roots... her leaves... her very being...
To
take
away her deep foreboding sorrow....
Erase yesterday... not
bring tomorrow....
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