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The Roses,
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“ The First Red Rose “
As I listened to a friend recant the moment
she lost her love of Red Roses.
My story drifted from her story to one of my
favorite segments from one novel.
It’s a story from the land the author called Arabby
where all of the Roses were White
and the Nightingales could not sing.
Now it seems there was this one Nightingale
who falls in love with one particular White Rose.
That bloomed on a midsummer day
and its scent was so sweet that Nightingale
embraced it with its wings so tightly
that a single thorn found its way into its heart.
In its dying breath it released the most beautiful
and melodious song that all of the other Nightingales
joined in celebration of its love and death.
And that one single White Rose was so overcome
by the love it had experienced that it absorbed
