Poise, My Loved One
A wilting rose
Poise so perfect
Even in death
Portraying a life
Not quite right
Facsimile of necessity
Still wilting there
Waiting for it
The very end
Winds caress her
Lifting petals gently
Set free forever
Softly,
She hears the whisper
“Welcome home”
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