Paper Rose

A white rose
Stood alone in a plastic vase,
Inadequate;
Lacking Nature’s vibrant colors,
No perfume
No peachy silk petals to touch,
The rose was
Forlorn, as its petals began
… to drop
One by one
Each with words of smooth, black ink; dark
And beautiful
Some verses were short, others long
Each paper
Permanently engraved with a thought,
A feeling;
As petals fell to the table,
New ideas
Blossomed into the world and
The flower
Beamed with pride from the experience;
Standing alone
In a colorful pool of poetry


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