Cecelia Weir - The Dismal Rose

Dry and dismal above the grass
As far as the eyes could see
A brown field full of weeds.
No one could teal
Or plow the ground
No one could plant a seed.
But then there was a rose
Standing with her blooms.
That shown the beauty of the weeds
They all had died too soon.
Her pedals bright among the field
As others beauty she shown.
But no one saw her emptiness
In longing for relatives of her own.

Cecelia Weir

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