"White Rose"

A poem about neglected love.

"White Rose"

White beautiful rose just arrived

In a pure doorstep I stood

For a while I thought

This must be love

Time passed so fast

And everything became a past

That wonderful pure rose met its withering

And I could not stop crying

This time I know I must let go

And move on is all I know

But the withered rose is still waiting

Thinking it might find a place for blossoming