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Wilted Rose
A black velvet cape,
draped about her cold feet.
Drawn forth across jagged stones,
Of a misfortunate retreat.
Dark, saturated locks, of her long flowing trane,
Now lie matted-
Completely drenched from the rain.
A ghostly pale, flashed across her face;
Radiating such a sweet-
sorrowful pain.
A wilting rose,
lies gaurded within her tight, sweaty grasp;
Overwhelmed with exhaustion,
for so much time had elapsed.
Awaiting in the mist-
Was he.
Long wet strands covered his face ,
A wilted rose upon his knee.
Loss arose an overcast ,
Agonizing screams of deep regret.
Neither one had ever moved on,
Neither one could forget...
He calls to her from the shodows,
Speaking gently within her mind.
"Come heal my wounds, breathe for me;
Beautiful creature, don't shed a tear.
Loving you,
has freed my soul
and set my spirit free."
