Roses

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Dark and gloomy used to be the tune
As I walked down a lonesome trail, but over time I got used to this tune, but
Somehow it changed
All the gray turned into vibrant colors
One summer day
This broken dirt path
No longer crunched when I walked
The Rose's once dead and decayed  were vibrant and swaying to a softer tune
I looked up at the sky
Noticed it hadn't been raining for ages
The sky was a beautiful blue
With a soft purple horizon
This wind no longer blew me in any direction
Yet softly hummed as it guided me down the trail
"When the hell did birds appear"
I hear soft chirping but I don't see any
As I reached the end of this trail
The waterfall is waiting for me like always
The waterfall that I would drown in
Never being able to stay afloat
It's turbulent water is always turning calm once reached the dark abyss
The one with the dead Rose's
And red tint
"Ah hello ole' friend "
As I take a plunge
I'm sinking that's nothing new
The water turns blue
"What's this color ?"
As something pushes me to the surface
A bed of Rose's
Inhabiting this waterfall
I thought they were all dead
Red blue and white
Popping out their little heads
The water turns calm
As birds begin to greet me
At the waters edge
I thought I'd never see the day
The Rose's come back from the dead

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