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Tears For a Rose
I strolled along a garden path as skies threatened with thunderous wrath. I knew I should find shelter soon. These storms could be severe in June. Then lightning split an angry sky and the gusty winds let out a cry. My feet froze near a rose in bloom. The roaring sky foretold of doom. Distraught, I cowered from circling clouds and feeling their rage, I wept out loud, wanting my sorrow to have a name, knowing the sky was feeling the same. Winds carry me, I dared to ask, housing this pain is a grueling task. Love rain on me, please drench my heart, cleanse my soul with a promising start. I screamed to heaven, take me away, where grays met with black, I begged to stay. Battered and bruised, hail pounded my skin. Struggling for courage somewhere deep within, I reached for the rose, wilted and torn, the softest petal, the sharpest thorn. I cried for the rose and I cried for me, for the beauty that was and never would be. for the Rhyming Game contest (Joyce Johnson)
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