Pain, sorrow, insult and the stain
Still remain on my virgin petals.
You ruined my fame
Before I bloom.
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It is the sad songs that never leave our memory. This one is filled with pathos. As always, Sandra
A beautiful lament that touches the heart strings. I pity your rose - she who is betrayed by the feckless hornet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥