Wilt of the Red Rose
Pain with time begins to fade
leaving clarity in its wake
patiently beginning to comprehend
the heartache that wilted away with the twilight
like the red rose on a frosty winters night
In remembrance of the rain that once soothed a void,
distracting thoughts of hopelessness that invoked death;
yet I bend
like the wilt of the red rose which must accept,
that all beauty is sentenced
understanding this;
in time death will be unpleasant
in time death will be present
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