Flowers
They sit in a vase-
Beauty meant to be enjoyed,
But at some point they will
Wither.
Now they are just a bulk of brown
Once enjoyed, but now
Pointless.
Petals on the table.
Where is the garbage when you
Need it.
Copyright © Ashley Blodgett | Year Posted 2011
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