The Last Rose
THE LAST ROSE
And so the rose faded away
her pale petals dried
fell each one
so slowly
to saddened ground below
soon colded winds
lashed ever did all traces
of such my rose did whispers beyond
cold winters embrace
no sign of the love it bore
her petals became to dust
all tears never lost
Never, ever
would this passion return
And so my rose
faded, faded far away
forever.
Copyright © Earle Weiss | Year Posted 2018
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