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Bruised petals flutter to the ground

In a silent wind, twirling in endless circles.

Unsure whether to lay them to rest

Or carry them across vast distances

On and on, continuing in relentless circles

Unable to see the fragments in its wake

Their scent bleeding into the air

Coloring the wind in broken colors

A mixture of fragrance and shades

Entrapped within the whirlwind

Looking beyond the distraction-

A single, unblemished, petal rests