Rose
There is a beautiful flower in a vase,
The flower is a blood red rose,
Draped in lace,
In an unusual pose.
Wilted at the petals,
Trying to hide the tears,
Wanting to forget the memories of the meadow,
Fleeing from her fears.
The flower begins to rot,
Trying to forget her thoughts.
The flower is a blood red rose,
Draped in lace,
In an unusual pose.
Wilted at the petals,
Trying to hide the tears,
Wanting to forget the memories of the meadow,
Fleeing from her fears.
The flower begins to rot,
Trying to forget her thoughts.
This Poems Story
I got bored in Spanish class and wrote this.
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