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Where
is my Rose
She
was a rose of such magnificent hue
The finest ever grown.
Her petals were golden, with a touch of blue
And she bloomed in the garden alone.
Her
leaves felt a warmth one glorious morn
So she lifted her head to the sky
She saw the sun, and her smile was born
And in pure delight, she cried.
And
the little rose stood strong in the wind
'Til a crystal formed in her eye
And on that same day, the light grew dim
And in the dark, she died.
Oh
rose, you were an elegant thing
But methinks you had a flaw.
You bloomed too soon to enjoy the spring
Next time wait 'til the thaw.
Poor
little rose -- She froze.
© Harley
Harley
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