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The red rose trembles on the stem,
Whipped by snow-flecked wind’s mayhem,
Still blackbird braves the gale to sing.
The red rose trembles on the stem,
Plucked by last wild winds of spring.
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This is beautiful Jane.:)
Thank you! I was pleased with this one. I find it difficult getting the emphasis in meaning to shift with the last refrain. Think it works with this one.