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Wilting Rose
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Creativity Since I met you on that musty day,
you were my lamp,
you lit the way.
"Me?", I pondered, for it was I you chose,
I've always been a wilting rose.
A blooming love,
emerging from it's bud,
a true gift from above.
It pains me to see it was I you chose,
I'll always be a wilting rose.
Such imagery with the rose,
Such imagery with the rose, hits deep in the heart. Good write :)
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