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Philosophy, Poetry

The Roses of Life

Every rose has to die

Even if that death seems to soon

We cannot decide who is to die

Who is to believe, who is to trust

Petals may fall

But all we can do is wait

For them to fly

And if that flight never comes to pass

Perhaps that rose

As red as the lips it once kissed

Had to pass

So that someday

We may learn to love

Learn to trust

Or maybe just learn to flyImage





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