The Rose
Like a withered rose with thorns,
planted in dry soil,
you're something so once beautiful,
living now in turmoil
for have not Earth given love with rain
as it dies in need of thirst.
Like such a rose as this,
are you experiencing the dreaded worst?
At a loss of love and care
we are in a state of gloom
For it is love and care that
brings our spirits to its fullest bloom.
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