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Friendly Advice
You are like a rose, my friend,
Gorgeous red, like blood,
Bloom before your doom, then,
For you are mortal, my friend.
So be beautiful while you can,
While you still have the breath,
For even roses do not,
Smell sweet in death.
Published 7th Aug 2015
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7th Aug 2015 9:27pm
Beautiful piece. But after thinking about it a bit more, the last lines seem a bit untrue. Once a rose is cut, it is dead. But it continues to act as if it's living, bringing its beautiful scent for a while. Or, if properly preserved, can continue smelling sweet as potpourri.
It's only when left to fester and rot that a rose no longer smells sweet.
It's only when left to fester and rot that a rose no longer smells sweet.
7th Aug 2015 9:54pm
Hm. I did not think that through.
Oh well, thanks for the kind words anyways! In the meantime, I'll go stake out that rogue rose bouquet that misinformed me...
Oh well, thanks for the kind words anyways! In the meantime, I'll go stake out that rogue rose bouquet that misinformed me...
