Rosebed
Spiralling into the depths of a rose.
Scent of petals caresses my nose.
Plummeting through a soft green bed.
Passing through the stem with dread.
Within, I witness its patterns from growth.
Wonderously I see beyond the darkness I loath.
Suddenly fertile soil surrounds me.
Somehow a gentler fall than I thought it would be.
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