Rose Beauty
Life
armed with the fates
of futility
besieges.
So be it with the rose,
her beauty asway,
pushed around
by breezy happenchance,
powerless to stop
her petals
to wither then to drop
in faithless raw
betrayal,
As her beauty of the moment
dulls to naught
but yet another yesterday
of faded
bloom.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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