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Linda S. DeLuca
Life As A Rose
A rose bush we see the bud , Watch as it slowly blossoms like a baby
to a beautiful adult as it grows to It's final time, Withering petals then
fall it is then gone as another tiny bud appears from the same bush, My
eyes fill with tears reminded how much like we are the rose some are
plucked from life lasting not , This saddens Me as I watch the rose from
A bud to a blossomed beauty then wilt petal by petal until it is no more.
We are like the rose taking our leave while another is reborn to take our
place, The chain of life bringing new knowing like the rose we cannot
remain.
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