A red rose stands, a symbol true,
Of love and passion, burning bright.
In solitude it blooms anew,
A glorious sight, a rare delight.
Like velvet soft, its petals fall,
Unfolding to the morning light.
Tears glisten on its face so small,
Reflecting rays of golden light.
Oh, rose, what sorrow do you bear?
What grief do you hold deep within?
Do you lament for love once fair?
For days gone by, that never win?
Alas, the rose does not reply,
No answer to my anguished plea.
The teardrops fall, a gentle sigh,
Like whispers from a distant tree.
Mesmerized, I stand and stare,
Beheld by beauty's timeless grace.
Of life and fate, I ponder there,
And all that leaves an endless trace.
For all that fades beneath the moon,
In memory forever stays.
Within the heart, it blooms in tune,
A precious treasure, not to fade away.
digital painting/
printed on fine art paper 305 gsm/
size: 85x90 cm/
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