'a rose'
after a flood
the area is in
desaster,
as the wind
blows and all
the drowned
roses blew away
the last surviving
rose stands, glowing
a dark pinky glow
swaying in the cold
breeze,
on redemptions hill
where Jesus died
for our sins and
the rose still lives
a blessing from God
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