THE OLD OAK TREE
		I saw her standing in the shadows of the old oak tree, The tree that had been many a summer day's shelter, From the suns burning rays, She was holding a rose, Petals untorn, In her hands, While her eyes gazed down upon it's grace, I had never seen her before, Her face new to me, Yet, t it was as if I had known her a life time,. I thought , Had she just lost a love, Were the tears that fell so softly along her face, That of bitter scorn, It didnt really matter because she walked away, Dropping the rose , I watched as it cascaded to the ground, After she left I went to the shaded spot where she had stood, I looked around, But could not see the face that had just touched my life, She was gone, Yet,  the rose still there, A distant reminder of her presences under that old oak tree, I bent down, Took the rose in my hand, Its thorn pierced my skin, I began to bleed, A tear welled in my eyes, as I began to see, The tear she had shed, She had shed for me
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