January 26, 2010
The flower blooms
budding and fresh,
the beginnings of something new
something beautiful.
It's colors mesmerizing,
scent calming and untouched
as though it will stay young
for an eternity.
Soon however, the petals will wilt,
the stem will weaken
and break.
Our once lovely flower has passed
it's petals black
it's stem split in two
the scent now stale and old.
No longer the symbol of livid youth
but the beacon
of declining being.

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