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A Rose Pedal

A Rose Petal quickly falls off its rose.

I see that it's falling quickly, but in my mind I see it slowly.

What's pleasant about a piece of itself ripping, tearing away?

The only pleasant thought about it, is it will grow a new rose.

I watch the petal fall and plummet.

Until it hits the ground.

Rose petals, Rose petals, are all around.

Why must they fall off?

The rose is now unwhole.

Hopefully, it will come back,

Restore the rose's soul.





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