The rose Katherine poetry September 5, 2014May 21, 2016 1 Minute As the last rose dies My heart,too,seems to fail. Yet, when a sparrow flies, It,fragile,beats the gale Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published September 5, 2014May 21, 2016