Beauty.

Purple pedals hit my face as i walk, Then flow and flip as they fall down, The Earths sweet scent fills my mouth when i talk. But they instantly are dirty as they hit the ground. Momentary beauty leaves impression, Upon the heart and the brain, It leaves you wanting more like obsession. You can never get rid of the fleeting stain. The bleeding pleasure that seeps from life, Beauty is existence that works well, Beauty can never give you the same feeling twice. I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell. Or the way the sun looked as it hung above the night. Everybody feels something different looking at the same image, Everything contains the trait, Its easy to get attached, beauty is a new appendage. But if you look closely, the most beautiful thing is fate.