poetry, writing

The Lone Rose

The rose unfolds and reveals

Its velvety red petals, deep and dark.

A gentle drop of dew clings to the bloom

Reflecting the moon from above.

A sweet fragrance wafts through the air.

Tis but a single rose, but so much more.

A sweet gesture, pure and with love.

I still wonder who left it for me.

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