Exploded
Riotous colour
Petals bright as sunshine
Splashes of scarlet
Run ragged
To the heart
Of the flower head.
Momentary beauty
For appreciation,
Soon to lose
It’s fresh bloom.
A living, dying flower.
Youthful and pretty
Gasps of admiration
Desirable, desired
Daunted.
More than a moment
Passes.
Weeks, months, years,
Eternally beautiful
Inside.
Bloom withers
But
Soul survives.
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