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

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