Her Name Was Rose

darklylovedDelicately Chaotic
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Her Name Was Rose

by darklyloved

She sits on the balcony

where she sits every morning,

and waits until the sun rises,

and takes a photo of the roses.

Even when it's winter,

she takes a photo of the plant.

She's a mystery that never leaves her house.

She's dead now.

Her photo's has gone viral.

But a man, unknown to the world,

made her photos something new.

He made them a video of life,

and played it at her funeral,

and she was the rose finally known to the world

And that was her life story.

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This was amazingly good, I'll admite that I was not expecting that ending. Great job.

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I love it. I am also pissed at myself for not thinking of it first. The description of the mysterious old lady was precious. Your words evoked all sorts of iamges of wierd old ladies I have seen. Great poem!!!