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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was a night full of stars The moon shined upon the land that was green As the sky was blue The stars moved in the motion of circles And the grass let out a sound as beautiful As a rose itself A rose, a rose, one of white pedals to shine A rose fuller than a swine full of slop Majestic and divine An untouchable rose, one that I could not own A rose whose roots were deeply rooted on a green hill Its throne A rose who’s beauty had been covered and shadowed By a tree’s branches, that rapped around its stem. Its life being chocked and squeezed ‘til life was no more That one white rose was the one I adored I swore that I would free this life from its horrid prison And allow it a life of growth The ability to spread its seeds to gardens across the horizon A life in a vase that I shall own, hold, and cherish Til the day I too become a prisoner of the earth And in a way I already had I trekked up the hill to the place where this rose Lay is roots, but pulling the plant Would do the task not The branches of the tremendous thick hold were to stay as they were The rose pedals began to fall to my feet, and my duties had become clear With my axe, the stem of the rose I cut and in my arms I held tight And with my axe I pierced my heart and I too fell A victim of a hold that could not be broken But though our physical appearance faded into the sky Our bodies both became a part of the rich soil Left to father future generations
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