Roses
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Roses bloom
and just as quickly break
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Roses rest
in my tired hands
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Red petals fall one by one
until the beautiful Rose is left
empty and lonely at the core....
This Rose is left slowly wilting away
because her first love left her and
because no one could ever
ever replace him...
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Four dreary and cloudy years have passed
and he still stands fresh
in her memmory lane
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True love can never be replaced
nor ever forgotten.
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Written by ~~Rose

Rose, you are back. You are really young. Your poetry lacks any depth.
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Good imagery and lovely comparison. K2
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Rose ... keep writing and provoking thought... intelligence does not require age ... psichore
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a pretty parallel between the flower and the girl. nicely done, rose. *grace