I have no scent
and my texture
is not real.
Yet
as I languish in this vase
I still think and feel.
So I gaze out the window
and they look back
at me.
Their happy vibrant smiles
make me wish
I was free
to share the summer seasons
outside
in the sun
although their lives,
unlike mine,
will soon come undone.
If the grass is always
greener
as the cliche goes
then it's only a brief time
for each
lovely red rose.
For I am an artificial flower
who has escaped
nature's lament
of wondering,
with fragility,
where my precious time went.
In the summer,
once again,
I'll see my perennial friends
in a cycle,
for both of us,
which never ends.
If we truly envy
each other
then one legacy will stay.
Aesthetically speaking
we are both special
in our own way.
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and my texture
is not real.
Yet
as I languish in this vase
I still think and feel.
So I gaze out the window
and they look back
at me.
Their happy vibrant smiles
make me wish
I was free
to share the summer seasons
outside
in the sun
although their lives,
unlike mine,
will soon come undone.
If the grass is always
greener
as the cliche goes
then it's only a brief time
for each
lovely red rose.
For I am an artificial flower
who has escaped
nature's lament
of wondering,
with fragility,
where my precious time went.
In the summer,
once again,
I'll see my perennial friends
in a cycle,
for both of us,
which never ends.
If we truly envy
each other
then one legacy will stay.
Aesthetically speaking
we are both special
in our own way.
***********************************