Thoughts on the solitude of a rose...

Hello my fellow eSteemians,

There was one little pink plant. There was only one flower in this rose tree that was left alone. It smelled pretty. Everyone who saw me said beautiful pink flowers. The tree was very proud. But I was sad because that rose was all alone. No matter how much the tree wants or desires the tree, there is no more rose to save that rose.

It's been years. The winter months are down. Springtime is gone. In the summer the rose was tired. Loneliness was great. The rose told me I was alone. The rose tree bore it all. Those who see the pink tree and those who live with the rose ask why they don't have the flowers again. There was no answer to the rose tree. The rose tree alone has endured. She's the only rose flower alive.

Then came the end of one bad winter and a beautiful spring. I embraced the rose tree that spring. The pink blossomed in May, the rose tree has always thought so. Looking forward to

One morning, the pink tree felt like it was floating in a beautiful, beautiful pink pot. Be careful of the rose tree. Loved that pink pot. One day, the same joy was in the pink tree. Please don't leave my body. I could hear the rosy trees crying so hard that even the surrounding trees were crying. I asked God to protect the rose. But it didn't work.

The next morning, the pink pot left the pink tree as predetermined. There was nothing else but the pink tree waiting for you. By that time, the rose was tired all night long, fighting to preserve the rose. The tree cried like crazy. Cried and cried. The rose hid his pains. The rose blossomed the tears of the rose.

Finally she said:

Why did he leave me?
Why did you come?
Why did you tell me that?
Come on, don't go,
Why didn't you tell me?
He should have ..
Don't leave me.
Stay in my arms.

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