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a withered rose

A withered rose that my mother picked from the front yard.

It was doomed a dead the moment she picked it and gave it to me

I tried to save it

Quickly putting it in a glass bottle i had painted clouds on

It didn’t work it was to late

On valentine's day i was gifted a rose

A kid had died and the family donated them to every girl in school that day

It was a gesture in his honor

And it felt nice to actually receive a flower for valentine's day

Even if it wasn’t from a love interest

I made sure to put it in a glass vase before it had a chance to give out and wilt

I looked at both the roses sitting beside each other

One void of the life it once lived in the front yard

The other alive and well commemorating the dead

Which one was prettier?

The dead or the dying

At the end of the day

They were both just roses