The Essence of Decay

Charmed Chaos

The bloom of youth in the rain washed rose is a joy for eyes to see

yet what lies underneath this glow is invisible to you and me.

Blind are we for a fresh budding rose is already fading, dying

time is cruel the blossom will wilt, the light will wither away,

one day bursting with life, then naught but a thorny stalk.

And in the wake of perfumed petals drifting on the heavy air

all that remains and is unseen is their decaying essence.

Author’s Note:This photo is one of mine.

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