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Tried to write a letter; In ink
I've got a piece of paper; But it's Empty

{/Sad Story --

Monday, April 16, 2007 ( 11:00 PM )

Here is a sad story written by me...

I remember once many years ago
there was a rose

It was just like any other ordinary rose

It bore scarlet red petals,
definitions in its patternted curls,
the bright green stalk,
the sharp but delicate thorns,
and it also had that fresh aromatic scent
every rose bears

But, it had a story
a story to tell

No one could hear it tell its story
because no one paid attention to it
not a single soul

Why?

Just because it was a flower..

And no one bothered to spend thier days
talking a stroll along the bright
fresh-kept field that it resided in

It was the only flower that stayed there
no other trees or plants grew near it
except for the grass that lay beneath its leaves

But the grass never spoke to it
and neither did the birds that flew over head
or the earth worms that crawled beneath its roots
nor the catepillars that chewed upon its leaves from time to time

As the days turned into nites and the nites into days
the little rose continued to age and slowly it grew
and grew and grew

But with the misfortune of no one
being able to hear its story
and sadly
it died...

Many years later...

A boy by the name of Greg went to that field
that same field
where the rose once grew
and he laid his head to rest on the soft grass
after his emotionally challeneged day
of having to cope with his problems

Off course being many years later,
the rose was no longer there
but...

While he gently laid himself to rest on the luscious lawn,
and slowly closed his eyes,
to cast away the cruel world,
a slight breeze flew by and whistled into his ear

And...
it almost sounded like a poem...

...
..
.

The rose

The years have gone
my soul to keep
may lights from heaven
bring this traveller to sleep

May the winds feathered breeze
bring you comfort and peace
just like gentle doves
that hold mistletoe wreaths

As you lay down
to take a rest
I would like to bring you
a small suggest

Let it rain or shine
I pray you this
may you spend your time
with love in bliss

For after death
nothing matters
no pain or sorrow
no joy no laughter

Just pure nothingness
awaits you deep
so spend your time awake
worth sleep

...
..
.

An original story by

G.

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