Fallen
There is a single red rose
Amongst the fallen leaves.
What is it doing there?
What exactly does is mean?
Is it just a mere rose
That has fallen by the way?
Or is it someone’s World,
That gave in to the sway.
No,
It’s just a rose after all.
All crumpled and worn,
Its petals all torn,
Away by the storm.
And was forgotten,
In the,
Fall.
Copyright © Stephen Tate | Year Posted 2009
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