A flower is born
Under a snowy morn
Its petals froze
Was a lovely rose
Covered in white
All night
Shone like a star
Escaping afar
Seem to survive
The frozen cold nights
Stood alone
Turned stone
She only knew
That life is blue
But if your strong
You’ll make it through..
People visited where the rose
Stood alone
Chatting how
The rose kept its home…
©Lynda Ferrer/2013
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