December 22, 2017
My little, red rose,
Gentle, fragile, precious,
Why have you left me,
When I had nothing to hold?
God gave me such a friend.
But I have picked from it;
In which my beloved rose,
Little by little, losed its vibrant petals.
Why have you forsaken me?
But truth be told,
Why have I forsaken you?
When times you're needed, I couldn't find.
As I was brought to this world,
You were lively and bright!
Bright that I walked with confidence;
Bright that should've saved me from tomorrow.
As times passed,
I took care of rose.
I enjoy its beuty, and delighted,
I felt at peace.
As I blossomed,
My friend, you're pale;
My friend, you wither;
I've forgotten your significance.
I cry for help.
I cry for mercy.
I cry in pain,
But no one heard me.
The one that listened,
I've forgotten.
My friend, I apologize.
But it was too late.
《ArwenSwritt
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