A Rose..I Am

For every spring.
For every laugh.

There is sadness that falls after...
Tears I shed, the smile I show.
My beautiful casing, my protective shell.
Wilting in slow motion,Forever alone.

For every time I touch, I prick with pain and sorrow.

Just like a ROSE!

I wilt in the end, my fragrance once beautiful and nice
...Now i'm done for the season.

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