Slowly
Slowly,
as smooth
as china silk.
Carefully blooming,
opening your petals
one by one, gracefully.
Turning, bending, curving,
arching each fragile curves.
Gently smiling, unspoken beauty,
a beautiful floret in it`s glorious peak.
But day goes by day, and our flower,
like all that lives, must wither away.
just as slowly as it blossomed,
it wilts and crumbles so.
The beauty of such life,
where life fades
and wanes
slowly.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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