April 9, 2011
The petal floats to the ground
The paint begins to peel
The dance slowly ends
The wounds are too great to heal

The day starts to wane
The puddles slowly dry
The grass begins to wilt
The raven gives a cry

The light fades to black
The old man becomes less clever
The trees shed their leaves
Because nothing lasts forever

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