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The cloudy ash-gray rose begins to shed Its thin petals shrivel

The cloudy ash-gray rose begins to shed
Its thin petals shrivel as they drift down
Among many wilting in the rose bed-
Waiting for the end where peace shall be found
 
 Subsurface roots expand to greatest lengths
Lost hope and searching for sources they lack
The sun slashes on its leaves needing strength
A feeling like blades running up its back
 
With a snap, the stem makes a sudden fall
To its stem, the bud is no longer pinned
The ground is spread with fragments above all
Which blow away with the journeying wind
 
Liberating soldiers form a new light,
Helping a new bud grow with hope in sight





I had to write a poem for class and it turns out, I really like poerty:)
The poem is a Sonnet

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posted July 2, 2012 at 12:01am UTC tagged with poems

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