The Withered Rose 影云2022-08-27 18:19:22

In my hand is the most colorful:
Magenta, pink, yellow, golden, brown, and
Many other unnamed
Out of this once scarlet body

All the colors
Now are weaving together
Upon the calling of Death: a journey
Is not simplified by Simplicity. 

I put her down on the ground. 
No vases (my hand is simply another one) can be open enough
To hold her beauty and something called
Life and Death.