Torn broken tattered
Wilting aimlessly
Stem cut scars
Bleeding zest and passion
Petals burning darkness
Roses are black violets are dead
The forest forgets its grandeur
Under crushing footfalls of time
There’s no peace for nature’s pariahs
Climb aboard the nowhere express
Strangers throw cindered Petals on the path
Oblivious to their scented ashes
Vanishing in the wind
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