The Rose

The evening sun had just set,
The last of the dim twilight rays 
Shone through the thick green foliage
Of the garden trees
And suddenly, I spotted a big red rose,
Fallen on the ground,
Wilting yet beautiful,
Plucked yet fragrant.
Serene.

Some age like that,
Growing more beautiful by the day
Glowing with contentment
From the golden years. 

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