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Upon the weathered branches
wilts the roses,
their perfume is a reminder
how fragile this life
can be.

We are so busy running
around in our carelessness
and fast pass lifestyles
to take notice of the roses
waiting to take room
inside our noses.

Such things are beyond
our reach, yet we are
pulled in by the exotic
fumes of the dieing decor,
such beauty comes from
the perfume of the died
roses.

Oh, how I love to stop
and smell the lovely roses
but please never pick them
for they will make you bleed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton