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Shivers By Day And Night
Empty bench in the garden
the quiet flaking snow fell,
making all around him silent
As was he, hushed as well
Stood a single red rose
Its petals still fresh as spring
He watched as the flakes formed
Upon the rose, a blanket
One by one falling,
No two flakes the same
A chill brought forth the
shivers by day and night
Still, the man could always be found
Watching his rose, his silent prose
Always watching, uttering nary a sound
He had known the simple meaning
Behind a single rose
Once given to the one he loved
Now quietly he watched the redeeming
His eyes would never blink or close
Still the snow fell silent, from above
A tear would today turn to ice
So not a single one would be shed
Just the cold would have to suffice
For frozen in time the man stood dead
No movement or emotions were shown
Silence seemed to be the golden rule
And underneath the snow, a statue of stone
At the bottom chiseled this single word..."Fool"
