Once petals of the palest pink
and beauty that stops one to think.
So delicate this precious flower,
yet quiet strength it does empower.
Times shows no mercy to this rare find.
It's colors fading fast with time.
Beholding beauty and power so rare.
Gone now...left withered and bare.
7 May 2007
JoJo Bean
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/withering-flower/
