Pruned
There is not long before the severing of all.
Sheared off in bloom the rose will fall,
Crushed underfoot, on life’s stone walk.
The moments left to bloom are prized ones still,
Split-second, flowering!—until
Black snipping scissors clip life’s stalk.
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