Withering

The rose, so quickly withered.
Soft satin petals crumbling to dust.
Like lust, it came and went
and changed again.

Feeling toned by particles of stone.
Leadenly, their lives went on and on.
Living all the misery they'd stolen
from the sun.

The carefree days of youth
were far away. Days become
no more than just another wish
to wash it all away.

Stained and tattered, filled with litter.
The mystery had come to weigh a ton.
The ones that they had loved the best
were gone.

Like the rose,
their mortal lives
were quickly withering...

? Michaelette ?

5/28/2003
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