a little poem me and my friend created
Rose Petals in the Wind
Such a fragile winter rose broken into pieces leaving only petals as a memory of its existence. Sadly they have been carried away from home by the wind to never return again. They still travel to this day, for that is why it is always cold. The knowledge of the winter rose is only given to those hearts filled with love and eyes that believe, can see the winter rose for its petals all long to return home. I believe that they will soon, very soon they shall, for I have already heard the wind howl and cry in search of the winter rose again.
Such a fragile winter rose broken into pieces leaving only petals as a memory of its existence. Sadly they have been carried away from home by the wind to never return again. They still travel to this day, for that is why it is always cold. The knowledge of the winter rose is only given to those hearts filled with love and eyes that believe, can see the winter rose for its petals all long to return home. I believe that they will soon, very soon they shall, for I have already heard the wind howl and cry in search of the winter rose again.
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