Roses

The wilted rose, the forgotten past, the hallowed hearts that we know won’t last, those empty days and long spent nights, trying just to get life Right. The first petals drops, from it’s sadden spot, fluttering, ever so lightly away
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Until it hits the water leaving a ripple but no sound, in the sands of time. Slowly one by one the petals fall, lading in the sands of love, hate, Regret, and sadness, slowly falling, until there is nothing but the wilted stem left, and even then that slowly
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Slowly letting go of what it once was, it must become something new in the end, always something new. Something bold something different, Hopefully something still as beautiful as before, but with a little something more.