Damnation

Under the stars I am,
Looking up to the heavens, 
They themselves do not hear my cry,
 For I am looking for a rose,
 A rose that grows during winter,
 That rose is all I need,
 For until that moment comes,
 The moment that I find that rose,
 I am damned to live,
 In the island of solitude.
  For all I need,
 Is that rose.

This poem is about: 
Me

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