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a reflection of a rose |
Gazing at your scarlet spiral of petals, Dappled with dew, I marvel at your beauty, And wish I had it too. I sought to preserve your perfection, Plucking you from your honored place, And admiring your bloom, I conspired to bring you to a vase, Ensuring your beauty's doom. As I pulled you from your home, I pricked my thumb upon a thorn, And drew a drop of blood, A borrowed tear forlorn, It splattered on the mud, A flower's forgotten lament. *** I left her in a pot, And watched her atrophy, I never found the joy I sought, In pursuit of preserving beauty. |