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Forgotten roses

December 1, 2025

The deep crimson rose
Left on your doorstep
I wrote a great deal of prose
Before your next step

But now it’s withered

Crumbling away

The ashes a blizzard

Composed of decay

Once we were one

Joined at the hip

Like moon and sun

Never a quip

But the letters collect dust

And the rose withers

The ring is just rust

Our love drifts off with the river

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Personal lost love story; concrete objects anchor abstract emotional deterioration.

Multiple images per 10 lines; moderate density of interconnected loss concepts.

Strongly negative; pervasive decay, withering, dust, rust, and emotional dissolution.

Subdued, reflective tone; crumbling imagery creates slow downward momentum.

16 lines; mid-range length, structured in stanzas.

Similes, metaphor, personification; rose/decay extended metaphor for relationship.

Pure lyric introspection; internal voice reflecting on lost love and memory.

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