By Andy (zun_kian@yahoo.com)
Date: 24 February 2001
The Rose
The Rose
A rose it not forever
it withers then die
what is left are thorns
and thorns are painful
when they are frigid and dry.
Like the love I thought to be
new and fresh at the start
the end will reveal
it is always here
only to break this lonely heart.
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