Blooms
Withered
Growing old
Stems now fragile
Petals paper thin
Heads beginning to droop
Yet their sweet fragrance wafts
The room fills with their pleasant scent
And my eyes only see their beauty
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Blooms
Withered
Growing old
Stems now fragile
Petals paper thin
Heads beginning to droop
Yet their sweet fragrance wafts
The room fills with their pleasant scent
And my eyes only see their beauty
Reverse Nonet