(idea) by ril Wed Jul 19 2000 at 4:08:27
petals wither away,
sweet fragrance drifts past,
blown away, the chilling breeze,
of pale, brittle pink.
touches my cheek at last,
a wave goodbye.
delicate, soft,
and broken.
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