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Dying Rose

Plucked from her stem her petals fade and fall
The dying rose mournfully calls
Beauty unmasked, beauty defamed, thorns inflamed
The mask stills hold the past in hand
A fallen flower of love
Stillness reaches to the soil
To the heart that found a soul of toil
The dying rose

©Allseasonsverse July, 19, 2019
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Dying Rose