When I see a rose,
the beauty,
clearly shows,
to me.
Though it is a flower,
doomed to fade,
hour by hour,
that it stayed.
I watched it as it grew,
reaching to the sky,
though I always knew,
I would have to say good bye.
Sadly all beauties disappear ,
whether after a moment or a year.
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my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
