Others Would Pass By. . .

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And here by chemical chance
By any other name is a Rose.
And petal by petal she falls to sleep
And the light will fade with her.

If this were a young woman
Others would pass by,
I would kiss the petal
Or I would begin to cry,
Such things
Ought not be missed.
Even when light fades
The beauty remains.
It is scorched
Retinal and is brought to mind.

In the end

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©2018 Christopher Thompson  pictures and text