Pink rose, old rose of silky hues
gone are the days of dancing under stars;
No foolish laughter, no singing voice
clings to the heavy boughs to pay their dues.
Pink rose, old rose, sad rose
wait for a breath of morning dew;
Your time and ancient ways
of hope and subtle dreams to woo.
Red rose pink rose, sad rose,
petals fall and withered;
Silver splendour, golden shine
abandoned unconsidered. Titania
Sui generis "Of its own kind," unique;
©Photos/text Ts
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