a bouquet of yellow roses
were once left on my front porch,
its delicate petals
sparkled with rain water,
and brought a smile to my lips,
as it promised the happiness
that the color was meant to give.
but if only I remembered
how the seasons come and go,
and roses could never last,
from the start of the first snow.
and slowly I watched as the colors
faded from yellow to grey,
until my last moment of happiness
had finally withered
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