Poetry

White Roses

White roses left in an empty vase
Purity, innocence
Blooming with such vengeance
Growing, reaching for the sky
Stretched until I heard them cry
Now slowly stooping
Bending down
Each petal falls
Slowly, slowly to the ground
Wilted and left
Withered and dead
White roses left on the flower bed. 

By: Babysista

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