The Fallen RoseA Poem by Belle AstellWith the past behind, she flourishes in her new home. Amongst the smaller flowers, a new life emerges, Where smiles and sunshine nourish her soul. With a new sense of self, she marvels as the sunrise with awe. Anxiously awaiting each day and the adventure it will bring. Soon, too soon, the novelty wears off. Joys dwindle to regrets as she watches the true colors of the smaller flowers fade to gray. She loses her petals one by one – her hopes, her dreams, her health, her cares and the stem starts to bend. She smiles her last smile to the tune of Fur Elise. The sun has set for the final time on this beautiful flower. The stem snaps and the rose falls.
© 2008 Belle Astell |
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Added on February 7, 2008 |