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There's just something about an overblown rose...

How swift is the ruin of beauty like this, how brusque,
budding, blooming, and dying all at once in a blur
of being! I say the words that float on the air
and I watch as another petal lets go its hold and falls
to carpet the green below with flashes of crimson.
I breathe the scent of the flowers, but every breath I take
is all at once a birth and growth and death.

Virgil - Budding Roses [ extract ]

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