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Sep 17
My beauty was appreciated frequently just how rose got admired,
adorded from afar.
Brilliant,
dazzling,
out of the world.
These words weren't new to me.
It flattered my little heart.
Though it sets me apart to conflict. How could i,
an excellent rose who gets picked on for services,
reside so little in people.
The smell so magnificent
it lingered, lingered through the nerves
yet
now it's faint,
black and gone.
It is gone.
I am ******* to where i belong.
To where i should start again.
This poem was inspired when i was thinking about roses and popularity of roses. They are only adored by their beauty and once it expires it gets thrown out. So, i was having an inner monologue about how beauty is so important then i got this poem.
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RT Naintial  18/F
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