A Withered Rose
Shall I struggle with the pain
and cry the tears that flow from my eyes
Shall I stand and be cleansed by a warm spring rain
Or shall I wither up as a beautiful rose slowly dies
and be softly blown away in a warm summers breeze
and be scattered in the many places in need of a touch of joy warmth and love
A withered rose becomes a fragrant memory
Sue
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