Amidst a cold barren land
Surroundings pale in standing
Light flickers inconsistently
finally settling one golden beam
upon a lone red rose
standing tall
untouched
pure
a wind breezes by
causing the bud to shiver
in evidence of the fact
that leaves may wither
and petals might curl
but eternity will end
before the stem breaks
and the thorns no longer prick
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