Tuesday, 22 February 2011

The Rose

The petal falls softly to the ground
Joining brothers, lying all around
It dries slowly, soaking in the sun
It's sweet smell is lost only to one
The one who does not appreciate
The inside beauty until it's too late
But when they finally realise
What they've missed with ignorant eyes
It is much too late to repairs
The damage unwittingly caused there
We can only hope that they
Will encourage others not to be this way...

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