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i found a wilted rose crushed beneah weaves of thorn,

the vim of its petals have long been dry and sapped.

its grim circumstance fatefully entwined with frolorn.

my heart wa overwhelmed by despait to witness deaths display,

for such a rose deserved a womans tender hands

or snuffled as the fresh fragrance of loves play.

but such is life that knows to take something good

and leaves nothing but a heartrending resentment

for its deeds do not claim fairness or shame but providence.

in time the rose shall transcend to be as dust is,

that bonds with a serenely fleeting breeze,

meaning is given to the mystery of lifes apathy

in granting the rose its immortality.

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