Rose
I am like a rose
Born with such beauty
So soft and so red
No one can touch me
Stand back and just look
Use your eyes and see
Nothing lasts for long
Slowly but sadly
I am dying now
All my petals gone
Scattered on the ground
No one thinks twice
On why or how
My petals are gone
They move and go
Thinking nothing of me...
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