The Dying Rose
vibrant red peddles.
blooming.
so beautiful.
shining brightly.
thorns just below.
even true beauty comes with a price.
the price of blood.
standing tall.
the days go by.
a little lower everyday.
peddles fall.
the beauty fades.
fades slowly.
holding on.
holding onto every ounce.
every ounce of beauty left.
as more peddles fall.
slowly fading.
fading into death.
death becomes the flower.
as the last peddle falls.
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