A Single Rose
A single rose,
Whose beauty goes untold…
None care to compliment the curve of the petal…
Or the color of it as being sentimental…
No one bothers to care for it…
Or to shed a tear for it…
So it will die…
But only on the inside,
It’s beauty will still shine,
And you will continue to pass it by…
Thinking everything is still alright,
And it shall remain out of mind… but never out of sight.
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