The Death Of A Rose Poem by Claire Hastie

The Death Of A Rose

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I watched the rose curl up and die
It's petals dropped to where I lie
I counted all it's glorious days
Until it's death, I cry for praise.

Petals that once were blood red
Now so black like inside my head
Velvety skin so delicate to touch
Now dry and broken unloved as such.

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Claire Hastie

Claire Hastie

Glasgow, Scotland
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