by Jovian Dudley

Created on: April 19, 2009   Last Updated: September 28, 2011

The Un red Rose

In the 9th year it was the dawn of days,
there was a rose with no color no form.
It tried to grow in its own ways,
But this rose was different from the norm.

First with wisdom its stem grew,
But it still had no color no life.
It was trying to bud to be anew.

Now thrones began to grow from pain and strife.
And finally with love its red shone so bright,
But soon enough the red went away.

To keep it all it has is sunlight.
It is all alone at night.
During the day it fakes to be ok.

As rose is as only as pretty as it is red
Without its color it has no life its dead.

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