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Description
Withering rose, uncared and shunned
By all except for weeds.
The soil is fertile, wet and moist
From tears on which it feeds.

The weeds are black, dark as night.
Their grasp is harsh and cold.
The petals fall, for it is dead.
The saddest story told.

Suffication from its "friends"
That it knew for a time.
Came with smiles; left with smiles.
For now they've prisoned mine.

The rose had yearned for flowers.
Known few within its days.
But all have fade, and now I should,
From all the world's affrays.

Description
Withering rose, uncared and shunned
By all except for weeds.
The soil is fertile, wet and moist
From tears on which it feeds.

The weeds are black, dark as night.
Their grasp is harsh and cold.
The petals fall, for it is dead.
The saddest story told.

Suffication from its "friends"
That it knew for a time.
Came with smiles; left with smiles.
For now they've prisoned mine.

The rose had yearned for flowers.
Known few within its days.
But all have fade, and now I should,
From all the world's affrays.