Where petals where collected
                                      in formation,
now do the intricate twines of
                       entanglement untwine.

Beauty now becomes weathered.
A hurricane of motions
                                    now segregate
what was contoured in perfection.

But when a flower wilts its petals
                                  fall nosily...
And all we hear is caustic silence..
for when a life is like a blade it
cuts deeper than any life... silence.