The Forgotten Rose
A Memorial to a Withering Bloom
Once it bloomed, a rose so fair
Its petals soft, its fragrance rare
Its beauty and grace, a garden to behold
A symbol of love, with a heart so bold
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But time and neglect, have taken their toll
And now this rose, has started to fall
Its bloom now fading, with each passing day
Leaving behind, a memory in decay
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The forgotten rose, its end so near
Its beauty now lost, its fragrance in fear
Its last goodbye, to all below
A withering bloom, a sight to know
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It's time is up, its journey done
A life that once was, now gone
Its memory remains, a testament bright
To a rose that bloomed, with all its might.
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mees den Boer
Mees den Boer, fiction writer. Spinning tales and exploring the human experience through the written word. Join me on my journey of imagination and discovery.
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