Raindrops glistened on cobwebs
Silver on twilight.
Promising on my sight,
Snowy and bloody roses,
From slumber they’ve gone
To mourning they arise
For night has passed away.
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I don't usually read poems that are only a few lines long, but the simplicity of this work is stunning. Great job, keep up the good work!