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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