A Beauty Rose
A beauty rose from Alpine snows,
to shatter my existence.
A beauty rose from murky morose,
to challenge my persistence.
A beauty rose eclipsed my nose,
with the aroma of my insistence.
No one knows a beauty rose,
in the flower bed of resistance.
No one chose a beauty rose,
amid the flower of splendor.
I chose a beauty rose,
to put my life asunder.
Would you choose a beauty rose,
to pillage or to plunder?
No one knows a beauty rose,
for she still lies down under.
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2009 © Ronald W.
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8/1/09