Little Rose


Little rose once bright and happy,
Are now down and sad,
Have been tormented by the darkness that you have left,
No matter how hard we try,
That little rose will die,
Sad and alone to never grow,
"rise little......please rise" we all cry,
But it never heard us,
For it sits and rots,
All because of the darkness,
That darkness that hunts us all.

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