A rose petal falls but no one sees
the blood red droplet of that old disease
lost love and turbulent heartache seas
the waves tear up an English beach
That one lone petal; once a flower in bloom
now just a sad remnant of a life lost too soon
those hearts; taken before their days
the memories that stay, stories of English ways
The rose bleeds on the soil below
rain washed, the colours flow
no longer a beacon of hope
the English rose on a downward slope
Not part of the grand bouquet
the rose tried to stand alone in a dead field of clay
The last song on an English autumn day
when we wave goodbye to the chance to stay
The English rose from their beds
reminders of yesterdays parties and sore heads
left alone on the open seas
just an island with no hopes and dreams
Thanks For Reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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