Showing sad poems for tag "rose"

White Roses

Derek Tyrrell

A petal from white roses 
gently floats to its rest
another reluctantly follows 
knowing its not its best.

The rest look down with wilting heads,
their whiteness slowly greying.
a destined journey to their final beds
and lonely stems left swaying.

Finally the last petal takes the plunge
and bids the stems goodbye
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