One petaled rose, I am
Meagre of slender stalk, moribund;
superannuated to my distant buzz
What wilful force, sledge
My parting time
That sublimate in indistinct nap
How far the meek live
But to shed few more petals
Silence buzzing even after
What pavilion you porch the wedding gate
Tethering my breath
Floating dry essence into ether
I have piled a share of your stalk
Smelling death, scented
In my used colours
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