In the quiet embrace of dawn, a solitary rose stood in the garden, its crimson petals glistening with morning dew. Each petal, a delicate whisper of beauty, clung to the bloom with a fragile grace, a testament to fleeting moments of splendor.
As the sun climbed higher, a gentle breeze stirred, and the first petal fell, twirling slowly to the ground. It was a sigh, a soft lament of time's relentless passage. One by one, the petals drifted away, each departure a silent echo of sadness, a soft murmur of farewell.
The rose, once vibrant and full, now stood bare,
was a poignant beauty, a tender melancholy. The garden held its breath, honoring the rose’s silent, noble descent. In the loss, there was a quiet reminder of the inevitable, a bittersweet dance of life’s ephemeral nature.
©Seraphine Lumiere
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