The Death of Rose
In a garden far away
full of dreams
full of prose
there lived a maiden
her name was Rose-
Amongst the flowers
amongst the trees
she dwelled each day
thinking on her endless pain
tears rescind her vagrant soul
christening the sun of each new day-
Then once upon the midnight hour
encasing her life
with so much power
the darkness came
and in that moment
she knew life
would never be the same-
She bled, she cried
not just her body
but all her sweet soul died-
Death as sweet as the jasmined air
took her within its arms
because never in life
did anyone care-
Her pain now gone
she finally rests
in her blessed garden
she loved the best-
Copyright © Angel Padua | Year Posted 2010
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