BLOTS

this withered rose withered by the passing of time countless and inevitable its lifeless color expanding immensely to this room then outside to the starless sky this withered rose withered long since then long since before it bloomed its dullness so lyrical thousand words of sadness mournfully spoken without a sound this withered rose this once fragrant rose relinquished by the circle of divine indubitably forgotten appreciation is next to impossible nearly like a forsaken love this withered rose withered by the passing of time countless and inevitable its lifeless color already expanded to the starless sky then back to my piteous heart