There's something wistful about a dying rose,
Their beauty stays though death is close.
They are stiff, yet soft inside.
They grow old with graceful pride.
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Through the Highs and Lows
PoetryA collection of poems talking about the good and bad of life. Written because of personal experiences and based on my mood at the time so happy and sad will be mixed together. -This is my original work. Any similarities to poetry you may have read...
