A big life of the little rose
a little rose so beautiful,
growing in a grass,
didn't know what to do.
tiny rose in a world so huge,
full of big strong flowers,
world not knowing of her too.
as time went on,
like it always does,
rose started gaining her splendour.
higher she was,
above the grass,
everyone wanted to own her.
she seemed to be fragile,
soft colour, soft leaves,
to get easy enough.
nobody knew,
nor even guessed,
she was truly in love.
one sunny afternoon,
a perfect day,
her love came to carry her home.
so glad she was,
didn’t resist,
when he was breaking her haulm.
large room filled with empty space,
narrow vase on the table,
little rose standing inside.
three days she stayed there,
watching her love,
after that – happily died.
Hi, this is my little rose tale-what do you think about it?
very good...poignant too!
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