A Withering Rose
The night has drawn
My eyes are like the wilted roses
They have lost their beauty
And crispy appeal
But my mission
I feel
Is strong
So all nightlong
Where my light shall carry
My pen will quiver
And try to deliver
A line or two
For you
In hopes you shall find
My words envelope your mind
With the glory the rose once held
And I shall not rest, till my eyes are swelled
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