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The Last Rose
On a snowy day,
In a dimly lit street,
An ailing girl, utterly dismayed
Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.
Looking heavenward,
Her eyes well up a little.
Perhaps she’s waiting for a special someone,
But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.
She tears the icy veneer of the earth
With her gloved fingers.
And buries a white rose b...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:39 pm
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