A rose,
and a petal.
Rain,
and sun.
Fear,
and love.
Death,
and life.
Tell me what you think is right.
A rose will writher,
the petal will die,
the rain will stop,
and the sun will turn into a moon.
Fear will diminish,
love will falter,
death will linger,
and life will end.
In the end nothing stands,
except you and me.
And when one dies,
we will be alone.
Because in the end,
.....a rose will die alone.
CandianSpy Community Member 
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