A Sweeter Scent
a rose is a rose
though bent by the spiteful wind
some petals are lost
its fragrance has not lessened
beauty changes but remains
its essence the same
yet overlooked, you pass by
touching another
perfection your objective
you forget time's truthfulness
beauty is fleeting
roses were not meant to last
yet this bleeding rose
pummeled and bent, almost crushed
offers you the sweeter scent
Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2020
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