Delicate

 A purple flower fluttering
In the warm bay breeze,
Shaded from the Sun.
 
An unexpectedly delicate
Merry-go-round wilting
Under the passage of time.
 
A red rose stained
With a surprising smile,
Buried beneath sorrow.
 
A fallen peace-lily pedal
Wandering about a forgotten wind,
Aged and bruised, never to return.
 
I saw you today:
I thought my memories would fade.

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