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wilted flower in a field of roses.
In a field of roses, one wilted bloom
Lies are forgotten, all alone in its doom
No sun or water, no love or care
It withers away, its beauty once fair
The petals fall, one by one
Until it's just a stem, no longer fun
It's all alone, with no one to see
The saddest rose in the field of the free
It once was loved; it once had life
But now it's gone, cut off from the knife
The other roses stand tall and proud
But this one's gone, no longer aloud
It lies there, in the grass and the dirt
No longer alive, no longer alert.
It's just a memory, of what used to be
The saddest rose, for all to see
© Plasmagrapes
Lies are forgotten, all alone in its doom
No sun or water, no love or care
It withers away, its beauty once fair
The petals fall, one by one
Until it's just a stem, no longer fun
It's all alone, with no one to see
The saddest rose in the field of the free
It once was loved; it once had life
But now it's gone, cut off from the knife
The other roses stand tall and proud
But this one's gone, no longer aloud
It lies there, in the grass and the dirt
No longer alive, no longer alert.
It's just a memory, of what used to be
The saddest rose, for all to see
© Plasmagrapes
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