Summer's vibrancy itself, bees drunkenly stumbling from one intoxicating bloom to the next.
The colors delight the eye, dancing with an almost unnatural vibrancy.
The petals living velvet to the touch, juxtaposed against the rough-grained stem.
The nose gorges on the sultry aroma, an almost taste.
Cleanly snipped, slowly fading, becoming dull, drying to a memory of what once was.
Cut away from the earth, cut away from itself, dead but not realizing it yet.
Just like me.
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