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Reminiscent of Death's beauty |
Rose petals drift soundlessly ~ Wilted from being neglected. Thorns draw blood possessively ~ Blooms' innocence needs protected. Floating above the meadow aimlessly ~ Shimmer of dew reflected. Dancing through the air provocatively ~ Journey spontaneous; not selected. Fragranced perfume rises perfectly ~ Imaging futures; somewhat dejected. Destination pinpointed forward respectfully ~ Praying this lilted blossom isn't rejected. Spying the gardener's rows haphazardly ~ Its immortal gravesite suspected. Heaven's voice serenades in power, although softly ~ Joy enfolds the petal as death is accepted. |