Category : Poems

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The red rose wilts as time goes by..
The petals fall off and slowly die.
The wind is silent, not even a song.
The time has passed, and is all but gone.
The air has stopped into an untemppoed drum..
Not even a drop of rain to add a hum.
No thunder to shake the world with a clash! 
Not even lightening to make a flash.
The dark women wonders.. 
And ponders why the world was as it was.
After time had passed no more..
She  slaps the ground with a raging force.. 
To restart the world from all it's remorse. 
A tune of sorrow rain from the beaks of the ravens.. 
As all the cries are put in her jar for savin...
The world is dark and she walks alone..
Watching as the world slowly regrows..