Crimson Rose
Crimson rose from yesterday,
what turned you pale and gray?
Where is the scent of sweet perfume,
That filled your every day?
Your petals have all fallen
in the chilly autumn air.
Shinny leaves, of forest green
have left you, cold and bare.
Was your beauty squandered
in the warmth of summer light?
Did you listen to the promises
that faded through the night?
Your heart was made for lovely things.
You were made to dance and sing.
Your time was spent in celebrating,
the peace and joy you bring.
written 09.01.2016
Brain Strand's 208 contest
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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