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The
Rose
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A single rose in the sunlight,
so red, so fresh, so perfectly right.
A single rose, dew nestled
on petal and leaf.
Slender stem rising to the
sky, handsome head held up high,
So beautiful and destined
to die, such perfection, why so brief?
Oh single rose, reaching to
Heaven, why is your life so brief?
I wonder in silent grief. |
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Andrea
Baldwin (1997)
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