A ROSE BEFORE THE FALL
With its velvety petals of a burgundy hue
A warm inviting scent - reminds me of you
Standing eager in its glory for the sun day
A gentle breeze gives it I said "Hello"
sway
There was richness to it that is far beyond
An air of subtle mystery it forever donned
A rose of substance - it is beyond compare
As autumn befalls - it is still standing there
Not a rose to be plucked - its glory is for all
With its faded beauty - a rose before the fall
Indiana Shaw . . .
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