Dying RosesA Poem by Kayla
The rose petals fall, As time withers them away. They drift to the ground, Being left to decay. Lonely and sad, Beautiful but cursed. As days pass, They are forgotten. Never to be beautiful, Never to return to their former glory. The roses die, For time could never heal them.
© 2010 KaylaAuthor's Note
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