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A Rose Not in Name
A rose blooms
And then it withers away
So short of a life
So much potential
It was never kissed
Nor was it admired
Yet it was greatly missed
Would it be a beautiful rose?
Would it drink in rain and shine?
Would the color be as red as it was before?
Would each petal catch the morning dew
Before it was plucked?
The world would never know
Now shriveled as a dark husk
It can only appreciate tears and thorns
As it sits there on a poisoned bush
A toxin created by man
Stifles the water, land and air
Laying waste in the deep valleys
And stripping the mighty mountains
Grants the only company
For the miserable shrub
- by Menardi Grace |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2009 |
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- Title: A Rose Not in Name
- Artist: Menardi Grace
- Description: A quick poem meant to give one pause.
- Date: 07/18/2009
- Tags: rose name
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