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The Dying Rose

Once so beautiful, freshly cut, a single rose stands
encompassed by succulent green leaves and proud standing thorns

petite white gypsum surrounds this expression of love
the tall slender rose vase holds the water for life

Words of appreciation are given as eyes drink in the vista before them
scented perfume fills and stimulates heightened senses
colors of red, green and virgin white stimulate the eyes

As all things that live, so all things must die in their turn
rose petals shrivel and loose the lustre if red
succulent green leaves whither, turn brown and die
virgin petite gypsum wilts and becomes a dirty used white.

Water discolors to a slimy foul smelling green
the once beautiful is now the 'Dying Rose.'

When did it start to die?
When it was cut off from its source of life.

poem by Ruth warren
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