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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Rose Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red rose lay on the ground<br>Knocked from the tree by the small kids<br>It lay there, what becomes of it<br>Does it blow away and dissappear<br>Maybe a passing man will pick it up<br>No two things in life are the same<br>But I suppose there ending will always be alike</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The small kids that climbed that tree<br>What becomes of them<br>Do they dissappear as well<br>Just like most people in this world<br>Do they just fade into the darkness<br>behind the curtains of life<br>Just another passing drone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe there’s a bigger picture here<br>That I'm always missing<br>Maybe the rose has a purpose<br>The passing man who could of picked up the rose<br>He may of given it to the women he loved<br>Who now keeps it in in her diary<br>Reminding her of the day he first said I love you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red rose still lies there<br>I see it with my own two eyes<br>The women standing over it finally picks it up<br>She smells it and walks away<br>I wonder who she is<br>Why was there a tear in her eye<br>and why a red rose lay under the white rose tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Niall+Boland">Niall Boland</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578962" data-title="The White Rose Tree de Niall Boland" data-description="The red rose lay on the ground Knocked from the tree by the small kids It lay there, what becomes of it Does it blow away and dissappear Maybe a passing man will pick it up No two things in life are the same But I suppose there ending will always ..."></div> </div> </div>
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