The Pink Rose
written by: Prafulla Vyas
The pink rose drooped
Drunk with rain
Beads sparkled
On its pinky flesh
Fragrant and delicate
A fleeting beauty
For the wary eye.
Its thorny friends
Pulled and pleaded
Hold on
Just for another day
A momentary beauty
Elusive like its fragrance.
A click of the camera
Its radiance preserved
Forever.
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