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A Scented Life
Rose pedals drop for every breath not taken,
Pealing away a life less scented.
Each pedal revealing an inner beauty not noted,
A life shriveled to the stem.
A life so straight and bland,
With thorns pricking at your sides.
As opposed to the light pedals kissed by the rains touch,
Softened by angels wings,
The life a rose kept up.Shot down by an infants foot,
To quick paced to take a look,
To smash down the life of a single rose,
A scented life no more.
The wind brings up seeds to be planted once again,
Silenced by mother earth.
And beneath me,
Another life begins
