Wilted roses

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You sit and watch the petals droop
Day by day without explanation
You let the stems sag
And the water turn dark shades
Motionlessly you sit
Your breath shaking the fragile
Remains of what was once
A beautiful banquet
Or bright reds and pinks
To stop an ask you why
Would break the mystics
That join you, the flowers, and I
So I just watch you age
As the flowers do
For you are my wilting rose

– Writingdilegently

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