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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358341" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother planted roses and seemingly, <br>They never blossomed.<br>And twenty years after her death<br>Amidst grasses, weeds and wildflowers<br>Grew a white rose, <br>I am a white rose alone that<br>My mother never saw or would see-although perhaps<br>If she went to heaven she<br>Could possibly look down and<br>See a white flower blossoming but<br>Likely, she would not know it was a rose in bloom.<br>I am that rose that blossomed after<br>All of the other roses died-<br>An unexpected ice storm had killed them.<br>Weeds and wildflowers, were strong enough toSurvive the cold.<br>Roses are beautiful but delicate-Withering beneath inches of snow.<br>Amongst every group of living beings<br>Possibly killed by inclement weather or<br>Being treated badly and not properly raised or cared for-<br>Dying with no one trying to save their lives, remains a survivor.<br>I have been called the white rose, the survivor<br>Amongst the roses my mother planted, <br>That had sadly perished-<br>Today somebody picked me and placed me in a vase upon a table inside their home.<br>In a few days, my petals shall fall and<br>I shall be dead, gone, and disposed of.<br>I am or was a survivor but now I shall perish just as<br>The other roses in the garden outside-<br>This only goes to show that nothing lasts forever because of<br>The spitefulness of others in this cruel world where<br>Even the strongest and bravest living beings shall<br>Have their lives snatched away by some malicious other-<br>Jealousy, thoughtlessness or simply ignorance rules, so that<br>No matter how strong- nothing or nobody can live forever-<br>Everybody’s time comes to be amongst the ill- fated departed-<br>Gone and forever forgotten as a dying rose, its petals wilted and <br>Scattered in the wind-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudia Krizay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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They never blossomed.
And twenty years after her death
Amidst grasses, weeds and wildflowers
Grew a white rose, 
I am a white rose alone that
My mother never saw or would see-although perhaps
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