From a Fake Rose
A blue rose, a red rose,a fake rose that never dyes.
That never tilts, never bribes,
that always holds its fill.
it's a rose so very majestic,
feeding from the air,
that in whichever room it's in,
its presence will always call your attention.
It's a rose that can hold no thorns.
It's a rose that can be kept in doors.
And if only, only thing in the room,
it will, nonetheless, enlighten the mood.
But the rose is needing patches.
The rose is getting dull.
The rose is losing its color,
It's presence is getting old.
The rose is not growing.
The rose is not making sugar.
The rose is not producing the seed,
for it's next generation.
The rose is not breathing.
The rose i feel is tilting.
The rose seems not to bloom.
It's losing essence and color.
The rose is dying, dyed, losing it's shade.
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