I planted and nurtured and lovingly watched 
as white rose buds grew in my garden. 
They were so pure, the fragrance they gave! 
Watching waiting for the buds to turn into glorious blossoms, 
I fell into a slumber. 
Waking with a start, searching my garden, 
my roses are no where. 
A thief in the night, came 
and ripped them up by the roots, 
and took everything. 
Gone, gone! 
What do I have? 
Holes in the ground 
and memories, sweet memories. 
It will be a long winter. 

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