The Last Rose Saying Goodbye To Love
Deep within a forest glade
grows a single beautiful fragrant rose
It's sweet aroma
floats upon a gentle summer breeze
from it's soft petals and folds.
But what makes this humble rose
so special
is it's the last rose in the world to ever
grow.
Such a rare precious flower
should be treated with tender loving care
but it loses it's once vibrant color
and fades and wilts to brown
falling to the ground
only to be swept away
by a precarious turbulent wind
without the mere whisper of a memory
that it had ever existed
gone forever.
Peter Dome.2011.
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