A frost has come, descending on the rose
and all the tears from friendly loving eyes
Cannot stop autumn’s coming, I suppose.
Burdening hearts unwilling for goodbyes.
The summer in a moment came and went.
The garden was so bright and beautiful.
A fabulous and delicate fresh scent
Of pretty blossoms bright and colorful.
Yet everything’s abiding by a plan
And change embraced’s poetically divine.
An ode sung long since time’s circle began
Is limiting the scope of yours and mine.
So beautiful this rose which shared with me
The mystical taste of infinity.
Honorable mention
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