The Rose
a girl,
she plucked off
a rose,
and touched her lips
to the lips of
the rose-
sniffed the fresh smell of
the red rose.
like spring rain it smelled.
like spring rain it smelled.
a lone tear
from morning dew
trickled down
the rose''s
red, red face.
the rose
then fell from
the girl's
hand as she
hurried off to greet
her friends.
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