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Concept by ; Katherine.T
The rose
A rose standing in plains of lush green
Picked up by a lady of great beauty
Dazzled by the flower at first sight
Pricked by the thorns when she held tight
A petal fell off the beautiful rose
Picked out by the senseless beauty
Placed it in an old dusty vase
Left in a corner in a dark red room
The thorns that surrounded the rose
Hacked away by the vivacious beauty
Wounded and dying the rose is mourning
It lacked the love from its lovely host
The rose stayed in the vase through hard times
Accompanied the lady through her hardest days
But when the lady had not a worry at sight
She left the rose alone to rot and die
The last petal of the rose remains
Will it fall or will it stay
The fate lies in her hands
But once its gone it’ll never come back.