Allure
A flower,
head meekly bowed,
drops crumbling petals.
Her blossom,
once vibrant and proud,
pleads for yesterday.
The clock face,
looks down from the wall,
pitiless and cold.
His allure
too great for beauty
to ever deny.
05/31/15
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