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Death Of A White Rose
Death of a White Rose
Its blossom pure as the driven snows
This fairest of roses so white it glows
Its death so slow one hardly knows
Petal by petal it slowly dies
On the wind each of them flies
The Death of the white rose
Is the death of innocense proposed
To die thus with love unapposed
For to lose its purity to death
Is to lose ones last breath
Slowly slowly the life of this flower
Seeps from the roots every hour
No help will come from the rain shower
The death of a White rose
Is what life doth propose
*LadyPoet*
