The Rose

A Poem by Alexandra

It stands,

The rose,

Its petals wilting,

Forming a pile beneath its

Frail carcass.

It is nothing more than a stem now.

How ugly!

The only thing it had was beauty,

And now, it has nothing.

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Added on August 9, 2009

Hey... I'm Alexandra, 18 years old and doing my A levels. I'm in love with Victorian literature. Talk to me.. I'm friendly. =D more..

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