Bloody Rose Poem by alex calderon

Bloody Rose

Life is like a rose,
It blossoms and wilts, and yet,
I feel no guilt.

As the rose blossoms,
You grow old and you might even have a child.

Life is short but meaningful,
Yet it can leave a person feeling dull.

As the rose wilts,
You pass away and
Your family might leave rose petals,
to wish you a good day.

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