In Garbage
Short lived lives
what beauty recorded
amounting to Nothing more than added pieces of a midden mound
before becoming discarded trash
foul smelling, molded and soggy
Before it had an after life Demanding attention
sprouting buds
A guessing game of petals, he loves me he loves me not
In crimson glory
Blooming fully
Splayed out in the sun
Like a grave
With dangerous spikes
The roses of past
Sent from my Galaxy
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Beautiful thoughts! Well done!🥰
whew loved this