withered petals drop and fall
one whose beauty calls
its scent wafts into nostrils with remembrance of home
and its recollection fills so many dreamers dreams
shall cause the heart to leap no more
thorns who stinging prick caused much vexation
shall vex no more
bareheaded, humbled by a hoary frost
awaiting its fate in the winter of its years
awaiting Death
in all its finality
until springs rays awaken
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