Beauty Sleep


I saw you not shriveled,
withered or dead
like a wilted flower,
red and brown,
its petals fallen,
strewn about the ground.
In your final rest.
you were mesmerizing,
for not a sound rose
from your casket
as you were buried,
and for one last time
in fine display, you lay
still, still and sweet
as a flower
lays in your honor
upon your grave.

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