Friday, 13 June 2014

The Wilted Rose

In shadow of the rose I stand
Where garden turns to drifting sand
And sunlight on the flowered vale
Leaves the blossom soon and pale

The wedding bloom whose petals wrecked
By your own hand in white gown decked
Behold, my friend, the wilted rose
Behold her soon, for thus she goes

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