the rose sits on the meadow edge,
awaiting the end of days.
the grass grows day by day,
so shall the rose wilt,
by the time the grass reaches the height required to highlight the rose,
the rose wilts inward,
leaving the grass to grow higher and taller,
burying the rose,
and the rose shall lay unseen,hiden beneath the grass itself,
and the grass searches on,
never to find the rose again...
awaiting the end of days.
the grass grows day by day,
so shall the rose wilt,
by the time the grass reaches the height required to highlight the rose,
the rose wilts inward,
leaving the grass to grow higher and taller,
burying the rose,
and the rose shall lay unseen,hiden beneath the grass itself,
and the grass searches on,
never to find the rose again...
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