The magic of its beauty
Sadness of its purpose
Clashing now together
While thrown onto the coffin's surface.
That morning just a flower
Swaying peacefully in the breeze
Now in your hands a goodbye
To allow the pain to ease
As you set it down
Tears streaming down your face
Saying goodby to the loved one
Knowing they are in a better place
One simple rose
Seeming so insignificant to the world
Crying as its existence comes to an end
Yearning for its story to be told
Its short lived life ending so fast
Living for its purpose as a symbol of goodbye
Covered with its eternal bed of soil
And there forever it will lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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