The dark red rose wittles with painuntil the rain washes it awayonce the rainhas come itit will nourish the rosegiving itnew life in thethe dying worldin the light
nice poem, alot of corruption and rebirth, lovely
Well baby..... Ur not an outcast to me! ! ! Lovely poem thanks for sharing! ! ! ! !
love the poem...
sounds as lonely as
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