Beautiful- The color of pink bloom would rise to greet an imploring face.
Tragic in a way-- beauty confronting beauty- each falling victim fate.
A flower to grow; allure a covetous grasp unknowingly blind to the shadows that loom behind-
In due time the winter will come and take what the frost doesn't claim- A warning; gesture so kind-
Hurry- climb towards the light- The cold
Divine the latter of the beautiful duo-
Her eyes carried a burden