by Lina Frazier

Created on: November 02, 2008

A flower.

A sweet, red rose.

What a transformation

Through which it goes.

On their slim throats

With hue of passion

Stands silent grace...

Like elegant fashion.

The night shades and reshades

Come day, and then the go.

Their beauty slowly fades

They hang their heads...

As if they know.

They wilt and weep like lovers lost

Who'll risk and leap at any cost-

And the shell of what they used to be

Holds such...

Intricate simplicity.

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