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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 3. "Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. " Quote by _Constance La France Beyond decay, there is the memory of vibrant beauty hiding. The fragile petals of each delicate rose, forming a soft array. Colour and the most memorable fragrance is subsiding. There is the memory of vibrant beauty hiding, beyond decay. What once was ruby red, with leaves of emerald, green. The amazing beauty of each perfect flower, now quite dead. Now only dried petals drained of colour remain to be seen. With leaves of emerald, green, what once was ruby red. Lavish blooms, bursting with fresh alure once took the stage. Gone is the wafting scent, and the striking rose perfumes. Only to wither and turn humbly brown as they slowly age. Bursting with fresh alure once took the stage, lavish blooms. A breeze tossing the crisp leaves makes a rustling sound. This brittle stick and thorns once had beauty. It deceives. Then withered leaves and petals lay lifeless on the ground. Makes a rustling sound, a breeze tossing the crisp leaves. The withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself. It’s in a box on the shelf, the withered pressed bouquet. Sponsor Constance La France Contest Name Writing Challenge - D Quotes Swap Quatrain Quote # 3 6th June 2023
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