A flower's fragrance is at it's best while dying
As the petals wilt, the smell increases intensity
Perhaps it is it's last attempt to make itself known to the world
A last attempt to be loved by the world
The vivid scent floods the brain
Beautiful, though it's dying
A sweet death, colors fading
The sight darkens, but the fact permeates
It's truth is known as it passes
For my death to be the same... |
Submission Name: Flower's Fragrance
