Rose

Of life and death...

Once a velvety soft bud
So vibrant & true
A fresh fragrance, a Rose
Of purest flavor & hue

Life now clipped from the vine
A stem once full of life
Face filled with sparkle & shine
Time of simple delight

Curse the putred shifting of time
It stole from the bud it's life-long pursuit
Stripped away the color & softness
Leaving only a fragile repute

Cracking exterior frame
A death so complete
Nothing left in shame
Because no one remembers enough to repeat

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Time takes away the most precious things from our life, no matter how hard we try time becomes more powerful and takes it away... By using rose as a metaphor you made it more and more clear to the reader... A very good write...

Note: did you mean 'bud'? And did you mean "filled" in the third line of the second stanza?

Sincerely
Dhiman

[EcstaticEuphoria]

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