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The tale of the red rose

December 7, 2009

Its time to say goodbye, Why do I care to something which is un necessary?

I don’t used to love flowers since the time my hand was pricked and bleed by the thorns of the roses, It make me smile to see other people to get hooked and love those flowers which I neglected even just to smell their fragrance.But tings change when I    saw this beautiful red rose that I eventualy picked it with my bare hands without even thinking how thorny it is.

I keep it safe and hold it as often asI want and feel so much happiness because of the thing I have in my hands. It was as red as my own blood and as elicate as my own life. It brings me nothing but laughter and feeling of comfort, I can’t even deny the fact that  iI get addicted to the flower and later on realize its importance as part of my being. I continue holding it,afraid that somebody might take it away from me the time I put it somewhere else, this makes me think that I can’t bare to loose this this as it becomes a part of me for I’m faaling in love with its beauty and fragrance.

Days have past and I’m still holding the re rose and it blooms more  and more everyday. I noticed that my hands get heavy holding the flower so I decided to wrap it in a white cloth and locked it in my room,and have a break and see the world out side which I missed during the times I’ with my flower. Itake a walk until I noticed a girl holding white rose,it was so attractive to the eye that I wanted to own it,hold it as tight as I can in my hands.

Knowing I could easily have it, I wasted so much time for me just  to have the white flower, and I did hav it.

I can’t barely have the pain as I hold it evryday but I want it, I enjoy having the flower and  boast it to my friends how fine the flower I newly have, But the more I hold it, hte more my hands bleed and make its petals change in color because of my blood,It hurts me so much and its time to let go.Its time to throw it away because of the pain it causes me,and its time set my hands free.

I hurriedly went back to my room to see my red rose for now I realized that my hands will only find comfort when it’s him I holding.As i opened the cloth, I notice that it was thesame as before.Thesame as the first time I saw it and hold it.but as I hold it agen,it is the redest rose I’de ever seen,as red as my own blood,but if you looked to it closely,you’le realized that it is as pure as    crystal.

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