That being said, it is still kind of a work in progress. I am not sure if I am happy with the way it sounds yet. And of course, to those that do read it, I hopeat least some of you like it, just a little bit :P

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Weary and wilted, the rose sags.

Only rose in the sunken valley,

[Reticent remorse.] No recourse. It cries

Tiny grey petals. In the morning

Harrowed dew drops drip down the stalk.

Life seeps, sticky and viscous from xylem severed,

Each day fed upon by ravenous bees.

Shuddering in the shade of a hill up high,

Shivering in the frigid breeze.

Under the gaze of the shining sun,

In full bloom, it’s siblings bend skywards,

Catch and soak up the life giving rays.

In shade, grey and darkening, the rose looks

Down upon the decaying petals it has cried, it’s legacy.

Evening creeps, still, the rose weeps.

[Night slinks down upon the valley.

The rose’s head lolls,

The stalk gives way,

The last petal falls

And lights upon the ground

In front of the other roses,

Closed and cloaked against the chill

winds. Unnoticed,

The petal is whisked away into the night

On a gently sighing breeze].