I smell the fragrant odor
from the glass vase
different hues
some bright, some pale
leaves of the darkest green
but the days pass
the colors fade
and the blossoms fall
and now they are dead
petals on the table
wilted and brown
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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