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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:43 am
A Single Rose
As I, a single rose,
Sleeps in a barren field.
Waiting to be loved,
And to be healed.
My dark red petals,
Look almost perfect.
But there is one tore petal,
Showing all of my neglect.
As I sleep in the meadow,
Season start to go by.
I start to wilt,
Almost about to die.
Then a stranger comes,
And picks me, the rose.
Giving it to his loved one,
Saying a lovely prose.
She sees my imperfection,
But doesn't say a thing.
Instead the beauty,
Takes the golden ring.
For once I feel loved,
Knowing somebody wants me.
I no longer worry,
Because I am calm like the sea.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:00 am
the pacing is good
the lines are simple and crisp
and I really like the last line
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