Petals dropping away
So brief, the rose's stay
Withering away in the sun's heat
Last petal, it's death complete
Sadly, I reminisce
It's sweet fragrance, I miss
Lonely, I stare
At the sharp thorns, left so bare
Friends, no more
It's metamorphosis, I abhor
Now, only danger I see
From this thing in front of me
Till a changing of the weather
No longer, spending our time together
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