The White Rose

by Scrittore   Dec 18, 2016


In a garden surrounded by an old picket fence
Stands a lone rose colored by the winter's frost
Absent are all the other flowers in offense
The beauty of the rose made all others lost.

It keeps its color threw the summer weeks
Unknowing how much time the rose spent
If only the rose could have a chance to speak
And let someone smell its delicate scent

Written many years ago.... 2006?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Nice imagery here. This could be metaphorical or literal. Either way, it's a stimulating write.

    • 7 years ago

      by Scrittore

      I wrote this year's ago maybe a decade or so... but I felt it was unfinished so I never posted it. But upon reading it again I felt as though nothing else needed to be said after all.

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