THE ROCKAs the rock stood firm and unmoving,
The rose graced herself upon the rock.
There, in the silence, beauty appeared.
If only for a moment.
For surely time would wither her petals,
And the wind would whisper her name.
Then in the stillness, would only
The rock remain.
The rose graced herself upon the rock.
There, in the silence, beauty appeared.
If only for a moment.
For surely time would wither her petals,
And the wind would whisper her name.
Then in the stillness, would only
The rock remain.
1 comment:
I like this one, especially the last line because it is the strongest, so final and true.
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