The Gray Rose
Gray Rose
Lies in a feeling cloaked in darkness
Lies and betrayal — the silent witnesses between us
Pierced by a fragrance so alluring, so deceiving
A sweet scent I thought came from its bloom
Petals as lovely as lanterns aglow
Appearing like beauty in a shared dream of hope
But the bloom’s youth fades, timed like light itself
Memories wilt its grace
Its thorns fall, stripped of purpose
Withering like time spinning on the axis of ages
Beauty is never meant to be eternal
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