Poetry

Whispers in the Wilted Bloom

When roses tell the story of us

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Whispers in the Wilted Bloom

In the hushed silence
that follows the storm
a single red rose
its petals bruised and soft
whispers of love
too hurried
too intense
like a fire
that burned too brightly
only to leave behind
the scent of smoke

Beside it
a yellow rose stands alone
its cheerful face
turned toward the sun
reminds us that not all is lost
that friendship endures
even when
the heat of passion
has cooled to ash

A pink rose
delicate
carries the weight
of what-could-have-been
its gentle blush
a reminder of sweetness
that was tasted too soon
its bloom
a breath
almost imperceptible
fading as quickly as it came