Roses
Everyday I pick a flower
I marvel at its beauty
gorgeous isn't it?
I ponder on it
Meditate on it
wow, such beauty..
But the most beautiful part was yet to come;
it's death
..Death
Everyday I do this
Every day I pick this flower
Every day I envy its beauty
and
Every day...I watch this said beauty die.
-Leo Collins
Copyright © Leo Collins | Year Posted 2015
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