That Old Rose

Rose petals scatter like the fragments of my heart. White with pink tinted outsiders, worn down by the mother herself, and yanked out too early with a forceful hand. A gentle breeze suddenly turned into a horrendous gust of black smoke from the chimney, spreading the petals across the yard- unreachable and far apart. As days pass, they slowly rot and fade into the earth from which it was sown.

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