Hi, I'm Nadia. I post my original poems and short stories. It would mean a lot to know that people care about what I have to say I also post a lot of art
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A Withered Rose
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
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