A Rose Withers - Copyright (c) 9/14/08 by Dan Sharpe.

A rose withers in the night,
her petals opened to the abyss,
no light to fall upon her plight,
she yields her petals to the darkness.

No eyes behold their silent fall,
no one was ever there at all,
and so her beauty went unseen,
lost in a world so rough and mean.

She gives her fragrence to the dust,
as all dieing roses surely must,
to bloom again some other day,
please stop and see her, if you may.

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