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Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Wind and The Rose

The bloom came to the red rose and its smell spread all the more.
Smitten all sudden, it blushed in beauty that sleepless nights brought,
The red rose gushed to itself in joy; O wind your love it only sought.
And one day to kiss the longing rose, the veiled wind beauty wore,
the rose surrendered to the wind, it fell from glory; unaware of the lure.
the rose lost life; left eternity to its name,
whenever the beauty of wind was talked, the scarifice of flower came.
Now a new season awaits ahead of the rose of yore,
When another young rose will love the wind like never before.