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
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