Nature

December Rose

In memory of Joe

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As the icy breeze stripped the tattered petals from the bush,

Your soul shed your tired body

Leaving behind the painful experience of living.

Like the December rose, you yielded to the winds of destiny;

Freed from your withered body, your spirit soared.

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  1. This is beautiful Shirley. Thinking of you at at this time. Caroline Anne

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