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.

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


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