The Autumn Rose
I saw a rose in autumn
I saw an autumn rose
In prime, with leaves all green
Not faded or dried or dead
Nor brown nor crisp nor sad
But Swaying defiantly
In the crisp, cool autumn air.
I touched it and smiled
For a while, though I was beguiled
But my smile soon faded away
As if it had happened just yesterday
It was the rose of a promise I gave
When I had planted it on your grave.
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