Passing wrapped roses from hand to hand,
And you're left in a trance, once again,
Until you wither and are forgotten......the transient nature of life....... you are bringing in through your poem on rose.
nothing lasts..... even the best of all............ very nice philosophical thought my dear poet...... thank you very much. tony
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Passing wrapped roses from hand to hand, And you're left in a trance, once again, Until you wither and are forgotten......the transient nature of life....... you are bringing in through your poem on rose. nothing lasts..... even the best of all............ very nice philosophical thought my dear poet...... thank you very much. tony