A rose so delicate, living day by day
Giving life, through its gentle sway
On wind blown matter, it strives to live
Struggling through the elements, trying to re-live
In a motionless wonder, it seeks to find
A new born rose of the same known kind
In opening its petals, it shows the charm
Of its poise, its beauty, its collective calm
Roses don't die, they just fade away
To blossom each other, another day
And a white roses beauty is second to none
As forever we'll remember her, now that she's gone.
C.vergara
05.21.1989
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I loved the last two lines and a white rose's beauty is second to none. As I forget will remember her, now that she is gone! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing!