Roses in bloom

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The roses were in full bloom

The red like spilled blood

Spreading their tentacles

Along the old brick wall

The roses would bloom

Every year just before Winter

Reminiscing its old life

Before she went away

The scarlet roses 

Were her favorite

Though they reminded her 

Of a love gone wrong

The roses would bloom

As though missing her presence

Watching her as she slept

Along the old cemetery wall