The last petal
The last petal
Falls from the flower
Made of metal
Conducting the power
Beauty in its weakness
As it floats and flutters to the ground
Its brightness leaving as gravity takes hold
Does it make a sound?
Because the movement is bold
The final petal of strength
The rose that grew in concrete
Don’t be too late
For if this petal reaches the street
A return to its mother it’ll never meet
Demise if a single petal, the last petal
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