Parting Gifts

Every ending is a beginning

Every beginning an ending

Some endings are softened with the heady scent

Of long stemmed roses

That beckon a pause

Nose to petals

Fingers to thorny stems.

These finger tips of mine

Are hard and calloused;

It’s not the pain that brings these tears

It’s the fleeting beauty.

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