The Rose

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    The Rose

       My heart was in your hands, our love for one anther, was like a rose, so beatifull, so alive, so wild.
      Our rose began to bloom, as we grew closer, we began to grow old. As time passes our rose fades, our love is not strong.
     We seperate, like our rose, love takes a fall, soon to die, now there is no longer a rose.

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    MJG956 commented on The Rose

    05-29-2010

    The ending,though real sad,might be just like in real life,only the thorn of the roses,might be why love cannot stay seated in the lap of luxury and copasetic pleasures to make for a happy ending. All good things must come to an end,right?Like all stories,the reader does not have to like it's sad,bad,ending!
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    WordSlinger commented on The Rose

    06-23-2009

    This is interesting, and true, If you do not nurture your flowers, they will die., There is one mispelled word, it is, (one anther), (in the First Line)
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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