Unable to hold any longer,
my grasp now out of season
unpredictable breezes undress me.
Clumping petals scatter
at my base
pink, delicate, and lush.
Upon this carpet I might recline
but not too long while
reflecting on my rings.
Yesterday, robust and brilliant in my beauty.
Today, feathered remnants of what was.
Lovely. ❤
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