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Oct 2017
Seems almost whimsical
How the petal falls from its flower

Dancing to its death

Drawing a path through the winds
Catching each draft like a partner in her dance
Floating so delicately
Enchanting all who look on

The petal joined by its sisters in this dance of death
Caressing that cold air

That terribly cold air

Settled on the barren Earth
Separated during all their foolish play
Never to dance together again

As the Roses died early in June
Beaux
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Beaux  TX
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