The Rose that was Never Sniffed

by Adelaide   Mar 18, 2010


The radiant yellow rose stood tall
waiting...
The sun-hued petals glowing bright
illuminating
The petals perfectly delicate
enchanting
The perfume-filled blossom
inviting
elegant emblem existing and
waiting
day after day living each day to be noticed
anticipating
appreciation from a single sniff
depleting
slowly bright yellow bleeds to pale
dying
if only one person could have smelled
wasting
its life surrounded by apathetic humanity

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