Gazing at your scarlet spiral of petals,
Dappled with dew,
I marvel at your beauty,
And wish I had it too.
I sought to preserve your perfection,
Plucking you from your honored place,
And admiring your bloom,
I conspired to bring you to a vase,
Ensuring your beauty's doom.
As I pulled you from your home,
I pricked my thumb upon a thorn,
And drew a drop of blood,
A borrowed tear forlorn,
It splattered on the mud,
A flower's forgotten lament.
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I left her in a pot,
And watched her atrophy,
I never found the joy I sought,
In pursuit of preserving beauty.
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