A Waste of a Rose


Fragrance and radiance
A heart to see the brilliance
An exceeding resilience
For its own convenience

Without beholding it's beauty,
A pleasure of adequate fruity.

The aroma illuminates the atmosphere,
Graciously elating the ones who despair.

Gloomiest days,
Nights of fears
Each rose can drive away.
Pouring passions of tears

But the rose may be tattered.
Abused and scattered
A thought that may never matter.

A sweetly sprung rose
That is genuinely unique
When collected together
It is a wonderful masterpiece

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