Roses
Roses grow to become extinct
Withering in the cold season
Leaving us for a reason
Days will turn stone
Nights will be cold
Let the concrete settle for a rose
As one riddles in a cose
Blowing through the shadows of a soul
Special for the spring
Impressive for the summer
But dead for the winter
A rose is still a rose
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