A Rose
She was full of life, and as radiant as a rose.
She was strong, nothing could touch her.
Until one day she met someone.
Thinking they would be perfect together, she
put her guard down, taking a chance.
She was happy, for awhile.
Now she sits there, frail and wilting.
Watching the world pass her by.
Once a beautiful rose, full of color and energy,
now she just sits, waiting for the end of time.
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