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This petal of the rose

whose role was part of a greater whole

Close to me always

‘neath my pillow, to my lips, upon my breast

In the end her fragrance,

texture, glory colors another shade of dust

Began life long ago a swelling

bud building out a thorny cane

Chasing a breeze this petal

finds my hand carried distant me to win

In celebration time winds

down proudly she persists, nature’s oblìge her mist

Still one by one each

takes her turn each petal a vision left to yearn

Know obedience to a whole

in sacrifice is worship of the beauty in us all.




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