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The Adventure of A Winter Rose
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Scarlet and crimsons enshrined in green
As felt unusually jostled in the crazy endeavor
A winter rose took up some adventure
And never knew the summer was not serene
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Hugs with the fellow buds felt dry and new
And in the womb petals shook with terror
With leave and twigs blowing in hot air
Even the morning breeze carried no dew
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Bloomed and spilled the colors some day
The sun showed valor and sans any mercy
Found everything dull and not so perky
Even the search for fellows brought dismay
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The days to come were even harsher
As the little flower got bruised all over
Jollity vanished and died the adventure
Dried in youth to wait till winter
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She went through it again and again, for once she would gaze at the paper then would look up to look far, God knows what, probably making some face to identify with the writer. Then she folded it countless times, squeezed in her palm and took her stroll back to where she belonged. The gait was different as if the paper had something contagious passed on to the girl.
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