The Lone Rose

 

Alone, in a destroyed forest

 

 

It stood in the middle

 

 

 Elegantly composed

 

 

Surrounded by burnt trees and flayed shrubs

 

 

It's deep red color, vivid from even miles away

 

 

Even though it held itself with grace and beauty

 

 

The Lone Rose silently cried

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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