Decayed Beauty - Poem by Victor Villota
Decaying flower in the spring
What a tragic event to be hold
In the season of life and serenity...
The petal that used to be
turn into a whispering color of death
The stem that connects
Life to the earth
Had turn into a scythe
that took my heart out
Left...be lifeless to the ground
Oh my...when it bloom
the stench of corpse
Oh my....decayed beauty...
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