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Fragile Warrior
A rose among the snow
last fading rebel
still holding on
long has its comrades fallen
wilting begins to encroach
yet it has not withered and died
brown tinges eat away
within the chill
color begins to pale
but with valiance
it still stands
wavering in the winds
bit by bit life drained away
soon it will fall
scattered like drops
of blood.
Weep not for the
defined blossom
while it shudders upon the stem
bravely it had made its stand
but now as all things
a time has passed
back into the ground
it must return
at last.
10:30 PM - 11/8/2007 -
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