The Red Rose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Red Rose



The red rose

Looked alive,
Half faded.

White and red,
Rose was dead.

Gravitates,
Action less,
Beautifies,
It behaves.

Went close
Some steps.

Very young,
Seemed alive
But wintered
In autumn!

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