The rose

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  • Loss

    The rose

     Standing unbroken and beautiful, thriving as it should.
    Velvety red it spreads the emotion it congers within the garden walls; its perfume light and lovely, permeates the grounds.
      A shadow befalls it and the utensil of tis demise cuts deep into its side severing it from its life source; pain coursing through its body like deadly venom, it falls.
      Cramped and humiliated, they huddle awaiting their final demise; when the blackness befalls them for the last time and they are no more.

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    JenWolfe commented on The rose

    06-27-2010

    I love this poem, very beautiful, it paints a picture so well, life and death of a rose thanks Jen
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    Ariel

    06/27/2010

    thank you I really appreciate it.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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