Lying at my feet, plucked untimely
Not in tribute, vandalized really,
Fallen flat on its face
It’s deep thick petals beginning to curl,
To lose their sinuous luster
Plucked in anger or indifference, laid out
To display its withering splendor
Beauty besmirched by idle careless hands,
I step around it but soon it will be trampled into
Meaningless obscurity
(c) Tamara Beck
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