A red rose
Planted in a field of dead grass
Showing their love
And how boldly it stands out
When it is true
A red rose
Used to be white
Then stained with his blood
When his heart was broken
A red rose
Sitting alone in that field
Waiting for love
To make it grow again
(Fall 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
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