Beauty from youth
Eaten slowly away
Time leaves nothing
Living untouched or
Unfaded, devours all in
Its sight until all that
Remains are memories
Of what once was-
Littering life’s pathway
With faded scents of
A discarded rose

30 thoughts on “Slowly

      1. Discarded rose.. such a sad thing: they are desolate, there’s no beauty in a dead rose, only memories of its intended purpose. I find them very bleak things. Perfection turned to dust. ❤ your writing!

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