The rose set itself on fire,
To lit the dark room,
Emitting hues of orange and blue.
Yelling and shrieking,
For a glass of care,
When burnt little more
Than expected.
The half parched flower,
Had a few seconds to live,
It let itself burn into ashes,
In complete silence.
It left its body in complete despair,
And its ashes flew away with wind
in the course of time,
Leaving no proof of its existence.
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The last poem.
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The burning rose (Completed)
ŞiirA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018
