Time Continues
The roses are red,
the violets are blue.
Their cries begin as the numbers
are taken down a few.
They fear they won't
make it out alive.
They feel as though
it's not their time.
The roses are wilting
as time continues.
While trying to keep stong,
they push on through.
The violets turn to ash
as they start to lose hope.
Will they fight the struggle and win?
This question's answer remains unknown.
Well dawn to turns to dusk,
and dusk turns into night.
When will everything be,
once again, alright?
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