Rose

On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.

Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.

All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still

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