The Lone Rose


Alone, in a destroyed forest



It stood in the middle



 Elegantly composed



Surrounded by burnt trees and flayed shrubs



It's deep red color, vivid from even miles away



Even though it held itself with grace and beauty



The Lone Rose silently cried



This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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