Rose was my grandmother's name Rose was her favorite flower Rose symbolizes love, faith, beauty, passion and wisdom. And that's exactly what she has. I never expected that I'd see her lying on a pool of blood It was a mystery.. She is a mystery... So am I.. Rose red was the color of her blood Rose was her scent Rose was how she felt like Everything about a Rose reminds me of her. Everything about her reminds me of a rose. But grandfather couldn't let her go... He called the air 'sweetie' He danced alone He talked with no one But he was never alone.. There was someone who never left him. It was Rose .... But it wasn't the Rose that I knew I sensed roses everywhere There was something in this world that she wanted to take with her... I feel her presence... The stronger I deny, the stronger she gets. Behind her soft petals, her prickly thorns were already reaching out for my flesh.All Rights Reserved
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