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My White Rose
The petals fall upon the ground
One by one, they make no sound
Soft as down, and white as snow
In the dark they seem to glow
Daylight comes and still they fall
But still my rose stands straight and tall
It does not wilt or wither down
Accepting fate without a frown
Day by day it's color fades
No longer white but dim and grey
The petals lose their texture;soft
And crumble from the slightest touch
The day has come, all petals shed
And stands alone a lonely stem
It's brilliance may no longer glow
Embrace the death of My White Rose
Silence envelops the end of sweet grace.
I watch as it fades away for no one would know.
Yes no stranger would know the beauty strength and resillance of my sweet white rose....
Rest in reace and embrace the death of my white rose for nobody else will know.