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IMPERFECT ROSE* the imperfect rose, once vivacious and colorful under the summer sun, its petals are now wilted, its colors faded and gone. its time has passed its dance is done. the imperfect rose cries many petals, last vestiges of her beauty wait for the wind to carry them to their rest. each petal papery and thin lies on the lush green grass, its veins blushing glowing pink in the setting sun and to silence it doth humbly acquiesce. even in decay, the imperfect rose holds a certain grace, a reminder of glory days now past. rose petals may be temporary but are eternal in memories of love and sharing enough to weather the storm, to outlast. the imperfect rose has thorns that make one bleed. forgive the rose of its imperfections with compassion for of her thorns the imperfect rose doth gladly concede~ we are all petals of imperfection, might you accede? *Note:I originally posted this poem at Poetry Soup in June 2025 then deleted it. It’s my original creation and was not plagiarized (poetrysoup.com/poem/imperfect_rose_1738035)
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