Dead Rose

Tymneyshia Ginn


The big green field holds pretty colorful flowers. The smell from the blossoms glides so smoothly under my nostrils. The sun is beaming only over the flowers, as if it was informing me that its job is important, and the plants can’t survive without it. As I gaze deeper into the colors, I saw a rose that wasn’t as attractive as the others. The lifeless rose stood up so weakly, the wind removed the black petals one by one from the dead rose. The sun continued to shine, and the colorful flowers continued to glow.


Glow Of The Colorful Flowers Led 2 The Darquening Of The Sun. Again, The "Dead Rose", With Petals & Thorned Stem, Now Of Flourishing Shades Of Blaque. The "Dead Rose" Was Of A Most Beautiful Dignity. How The "Dead Rose" Awakened The Beautiful Colors Of All The Other Flowers Touched By The Darque Sun. The Smell Of The "Dead Rose" Sweetly A Delicacy.
Fancy Thoughts, @ Their Most Thoughtful, Amidst Tremendous Revelry B4 The Original Normalcy.
Memory Remembering, Now Sees: The Lifeless Rose Stood Up So Weakly, The Wind Removed The Blaque Petals 1 By 1 From The "Dead Rose". The Sun Continued 2 Shine, & The Colorful Flowers Continued 2 Glow.

  • Authors: Tymneyshia Ginn (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
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  • Finished: December 7th, 2022 18:30
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