THE ROSE
Her book still holds the marks of the rose.
The rose that was there for almost a year
The rose that was once as pretty as her
The rose that once made her smile
The rose that had once shortened the miles
The rose is now gone
The deed has been done
She plucked the dead petals threw them off the edge
Sealed her heart secured it with a wedge
However the heart still carries the reminiscence, she knows
Just as her book that still holds the marks of the rose.
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