TO A DYING ROSE

Gone is the beauty that marked your days
Gone with the petals that now fade
Gone is your fragrance that caressed many hearts
Gone like a shadow that faded in the dark
Gone are the friends that sang your praises
Gone are they to chase other pursuits
Gone are the toils so you can live and bloom
Gone too is the pain from your thorns

Gone are they like a thief in the night
like all that breathed and lived this life
they marched to death from the very start
Though briefly their memories will linger
as long as there are souls who remember
Gone, all will be, into oblivion
unless they find life in Heaven’s bosom.

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Written for dVERSE POETS PUBS’ Anaphora prompt.

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