It clings, tenacious, to the vine
Where, once, it bloomed
and reigned, sublime -
And snows of Winter, sleet and hail,
Cannot upon its will prevail.
One Rebel Rose - long past its prime -
Still clings onto its mother vine
And corns the rule that is comply
With nature's law to fall and die.
~ Michael Dubina
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