rose
Contributed by
darbysue59
on
Sunday, 5th October 2003 @ 01:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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the rose stands proudly,so red on the bush,it stands in the sunshine,just waiting for rain,storm clouds now gather, high overhead,rolling and spinning,caught in the wind.
the rose now weaves and ducks her head,seeking the shelter of leaves oerhead,their
arms to protect her from the terror above,her heart over whelmed,she hovers quietly nestled safely in their protection .
loud thunder and lightning,shout their threats. big droplets,now pound and strikeand pound her head,their caught up in the thrill of the terror below.
tears falling freely limbs trimbling,the rose clings tightly,hiding her woes.
sheer panic subsiding,slowly storm clouds passing,the rose begins unfolding her face,rain drops soften,now washes her face,kisses her lips,then embraces her close
the rose now washed cleanly,stand proud on her own,looking heavenward,she spreads her petals,serenly she's once more a queen
she now rest's peacefully,composed in her age,her beauty no longer,her petals are shredded ,well worn with the rage,her grandness forgotten.shes weatherd the storm,fought with grace,she now exits the stage
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