The Last Rose
I have seen the Rose
Tightening, thickening outer petals
As the temperature dips,
And I do understand.
From the outside,
The light and vigor
Of life are squelched,
And Death comes, outside in.
And it must hurt,
As do I, physically, psychically,
As though and inner trust
Has been wantonly crushed.
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