The first slips gently past the corner of my eye; barely noticed.
Startled, I look up and watch as the vibrant red falls in clumps,
Bunches that land to rest on the table.
The decent is not graceful nor is it appreciated.
Rose petals curl up, blacken at the edges,
And seem to die before my very eyes.
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Just something that came to me while I
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