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A Blue Rose
A blue rose,
There's one in my garden.
A treasure you say?
Perhaps.
It grows on the edge,
There, past the chrysanthemums.
It's a stray and strange rose,
All alone.
It's in bloom,
But the color and plant are fading
Year by year, wearing down,
Tired.
Is it my fault?
Should I, the gardener, have taken better care
To prune and water it, to care?
--Silence--
Maybe, just maybe
It would thrive in a garden of blue roses.
Alack, of those there are none.
Why?
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A blue rose,
There was one in my garden.
Where is it you ask?
It died.
- by YumeriaFreak |
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- | Submitted on 06/08/2009 |
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- Title: A Blue Rose
- Artist: YumeriaFreak
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It's an extended metaphor.
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Special shout out to Effello. Hopefully you'll like this. - Date: 06/08/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- YumeriaFreak - 06/19/2009
- Yeah, I was feeling extraordinarily lonely so I compared myself to a blue rose, something every horticulturist knows doesn't exist. By the way, chrysanthemums are flowers given to those who just lost loved ones (so flowers of death).
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- final scene - 06/18/2009
- strange
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- vv7722 - 06/11/2009
- OMG! I loved it! 5/5
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