ROSY: Poem

I used to feel beautiful

Vibrant and bold

Warm and cherished

Until it got cold

Until it got lonely

I no longer blossomed

Drying up slowly

No sun to preserve me

No one to hold me

As I fall apart

My lovely pedals

Each one will depart

Each one with a memory

They’ll be souvenirs

Trails of proof

You yearned to be near

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