In the snow,
the delicate rose
longs for the sun;
for the warmth it knows
while the growth of it's stems
is slowly undone.
In the night,
it views the stars
so distant and cold
while feeling lonely
and growing old.
One by one,
the petals fall
to embrace the hardened turf
when the ground warms again
they shall become
a part of this earth.
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