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Someone Lost a Rose

Rolling in the surf like seaweed from the deep, someone lost a rose. As the rose red blush remains of the sun fades from their cheek, someone lost a rose. As the smell of the salt air fades from their hair, someone lost a rose. The yellow pedals still holding their color there, someone lost a rose. Beachcombers tread carefully not to stamp in under their feet, someone lost a rose. The sun sets on the horizon while the wind blow so sweet, someone lost a rose. -A. Madding