The Beauty of a Rose
Admidst an oasis of grass and debris
The Rose is suddenly there
I stood in awe, but for a moment
My senses were made aware
The Rose, with its unmatched Beauty
Has a Presence all its own
It presides there in all its glory
Like a Queen upon Her Throne
And in all Her Grand Finale
The Rose fades suddenly away
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