Goodbye My Rose

October 13, 2010
One more petal falls
As the rose withers away.
It starts to turn black with fear
And it’s final tear trickle from the outer ridges.
The beautiful flower
Isn’t beautiful anymore.
It collapses to the floor.
As it hits, the inside starts to crumble
Into black dust
Escaping into the air.
The red color
Is suffocated by the black darkness.
And it starts to trickle out the remains
Of the dead flower.
As the remaining seconds tick away
The stem’s rich, brown color
Loses its green life
To the death taking over.
As it cries for its last breath
The flower passes on.
Goodbye my rose.

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