Sarah Ann Jullion Poet Free verse

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.

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