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| Dead Rose and the Storm by George Hodan |
Over the years
her petals fell away
in soft crimson drops
on weathered hardwood.
She wilted under his care,
years of drought
and angry heat
leaving her parched,
craving tender warmth
and gentle rains.
She faded,
branches withering
until little remained
except a dormant dream
rooted in hope
that one day
she might bloom again.
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