Frozen Rose
We cast away our rose,
Borne upon the breeze
That carries with it those
Summer memories.
Our wind-borne rose descends,
Petals floating down,
And summer love now ends
Like a rose turned brown.
There’s rose-dust at our feet,
Autumn in our hearts
That turns to snow and sleet:
Love’s long winter starts.
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