Beautiful Regrets

Over the fence

I see the roses

Untamed and gorgeous

Everyday one is snipped

Set in vases on the windowsill

Eventually, the bush is bare

And the roses weep against the glass

Wilting with every hour

As they stare at the blooming dandelions

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