Pink-Eyed Roses
Fresh from the greenhouse. Bright and willful,
Wrapped in buttery yellow parchment,
Ready to please
Strong
Self-Confident
Soften with age in a few swift-passing days,
Yet beautiful and joyful with life
Begin to mellow, to lose intensity
Unfurling, gradually losing their grip on life
Softly saying their farewells
Holding still the fragrance of all they know
Fragile and sweet to the end.
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