The Red Rose

A red rose stands on a hill
Where the sun dips low

And kisses the world.

The red rose's domain 

It has a beauty not so commonly found

Peace surrounds it's atmosphere

As the morning dew glitters with tranquility and serenity.

But as dawn turns to morning

and the morning greets the world with a blast of wind

the faltering rose is battered

relentlessly and merciless

the day pulls on til evening

the red rose tortured til dusk falls

And the red rose that stood on the hill

when the Sun bent to kiss the world

was nothing more than broken petals

and twisted stems

in the broken world of her's.


The End

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